Author Xin Qiji 快上西楼,怕天放,浮云遮月。但唤取,玉纤横笛,一声吹裂。谁做冰壶浮世界,最怜玉斧修时节。问常娥,孤冷有愁无,应华发。云液满,琼杯滑。长袖起,清歌咽。叹十常八九,欲磨还缺。若得长圆如此夜,人情未必看承别。把从前,离恨总成欢,归时说。 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