Author Lu You 年垂九十身犹健,竹屋荆扉不厌低。挈榼自沽深巷酒,拥衾遥听别村鸡。家添豚栅还堪赋,路认牛栏每不迷。惟恨穷秋开霁少,晚来小雨又成泥。 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