Author Zhao Ding 小园曲径,度疏林深处,幽兰微馥。竹坞无人双翠羽,飞触珊珊寒玉。更欲题诗,晚来孤兴,却恐伤幽独。不如花下,一尊芳酒相属。慨念故国风流,杨花春梦短,黄粱初熟。卷白千觞须劝我,洗此胸中荣辱。醉揖南山,一声清啸,休把离骚读。迟留归去,月明犹挂乔木。 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