Author Xu Shen 闷来弹雀,又搅破,一帘花影。谩试著春衫,还思纤手,熏彻金炉烬冷。动是愁多如何向,但怪得,新来多病。想旧日沈腰,而今潘鬓,不堪临镜。重省。别时泪滴,罗衣犹凝。料为我厌厌,日高慵起,长托春酲未醒。雁翼不来,马蹄轻驻,门闭一庭芳景。空伫立,尽日阑干倚遍,昼长人静。 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