Author Shang Yan 不难饶白发，相续是滩波。避世嫌身晚，思家乞梦多。暑衣经雪着，冻砚向阳呵。岂谓临岐路，还闻圣主过。 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