Author Xu Youren 一曲清溪,收拾尽,风声月色。还自笑,六旬将近,数椽方葺。已分封侯非燕颔,尽教有地争蜗角。算人生,难得是清闲,吾今得。离离黍,**麦。观此景,皆真乐。更葵花未谢,藕花仍发。烦剧只因诗有债,迂疏却喜门无客。问小亭,盛暑不容人,今秋月。 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