Author Wang Ling 清风无力屠得热,落日著翅飞上山。人固已惧江海竭,天岂不惜河汉乾。昆仑之高有积雪,蓬莱之远常遗寒。不能手提天下往,何忍身去游其间。 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