Author Li Gang 九日菊花迟,茱萸却早。嫩蕊浓香自妍好。一簪华发,只恐西风吹帽。细看还遍插,人忘老。千古此时,清欢多少。铁马台空但荒草。旅愁如海,须把金尊销了。暮天秋影碧,云如扫。 Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments