Author Zhang Qianheng 垂杨得地,在楼台侧畔,无人攀折。不似津亭舟系处,只伴客愁离别。丝过摇金,带铺新翠,雅称莺调舌。芳筵相映,最宜斜挂残月。却得连日春寒,未教轻滚,一片庭前雪。应恨张郎今老去,难比风流时节。醉眼浑醒,愁眉都展,舞困腰肢怯。有时微笑,把伊绾个双结。 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