Author Li Jianxun 一气才新物未知,每惭青律与先吹。雪霜迷素犹嫌早,桃杏虽红且后时。云鬓自黏飘处粉,玉鞭谁指出墙枝。老夫多病无风味,只向尊前咏旧诗。 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