Author Li Xun 金缕翠钿浮动,妆罢小窗圆梦。日高时,春已老,人来到。满地落花慵扫。无语倚屏风,泣残红。马上见时如梦,认得脸波相送。柳堤长,无限意,夕阳里。醉把金鞭欲坠。归去想娇娆,暗魂销。 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