Author Wang Zhongfu 风折新英,雨肥繁实,又还如豆。玉核初成,红腮尚浅,齿软酸透。粉墙低亚,佳人惊见,不管露沾襟袖。一枝钗子未插,应把手挪频嗅。相思病酒,只因思此,免使文君眉皱。入鼎调羹,攀林止渴,功业还依旧。看看飞燕,衔将春去,又将欲,黄昏时候。争如向,金盘满捧,共君王对酒。 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