Author Zhang Yan 羽音辽邈。怪四檐昼悄,近来无鹊。木叶吹寒,极目凝思倚江阁。不信相如便老,犹未减,当时游乐。但趁他,斗草筹花,终是带离索。忆昨。更情恶。谩认著梅花,是君还错。石床冷落。闲扫松阴与谁酌。一自飘零去远,几误了,灯前深约。纵到此,归未得,几曾忘却。 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