Author Lu You 无处逢秋不黯然,驿前斜日渡头烟。吟肩雅与寒驴称,归梦频争社燕先。百岁犹穿几两屐,千诗不及一囊钱。故应身世如团扇,已向人间耐弃捐。 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