Author Liu Changqing 故人早负干将器,谁言未展平生意。想君畴昔高步时,肯料如今折腰事。且知投刃皆若虚,日挥案牍常有馀。槐暗公庭趋小吏,荷香陂水脍鲈鱼。客里相逢款话深,如何歧路剩沾襟。白云西上催归念,颍水东流是别心。落日征骖随去尘,含情挥手背城闉。已恨良时空此别,不堪秋草更愁人。 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