Author Wu Qiao 碧洞幽岩独息心,时人何路得相寻。养生不说凭诸药,适意惟闻在一琴。石径扫稀山藓合,竹轩开晚野云深。他年功就期飞去,应笑吾徒多苦吟。 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