Author Zhang Qianheng 台上凭阑干。犹怯春寒。被谁偷了最高山。将谓六丁移取去,不在人间。却是晓云闲。特地遮拦。与天一样白漫漫。喜得东风收卷尽,依旧追还。 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