Author Yuan Lang 危弦断客心，虚弹落惊禽。新秋百虑净，独夜九愁深。枯蓬唯逐吹，坠叶不归林。如何悲此曲，坐作白头吟。 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