Author Zhao Shankuo 月色透窗寒，一夜素衾霜湿。无寐起来搔首，正参横人寂。此心重省已回肠，何况是行役。欲弃利名归去，奈楚天云隔。 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