Author Zhong Shu 解舞清平乐,如今说向谁。红炉片雪上钳锤。打就金毛狮子,也堪疑。木女明开眼,泥人暗皱眉。蟠桃已是著花迟。不向春风一笑,待何时。 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