Author Li Mixun 一片花飞春已减,那堪万点愁人。可能春便负闲身。细思愁不饮,却是自辜春。且共一尊追落蕊,犹胜陌上成尘。杯行到手莫辞频。杏花须记取,曾与此翁邻。 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