Author Zhang Ju 小蛮才把鸳衾折。妆就梳横月。探梅不似旧年心。却爱窗前纸帐,十分清。朔风吹起寒云动。午寝都无梦。黄昏更被竹枝声。唤起醒醒相对,一灯青。 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