Author Wang Lingran 古木卧平沙,摧残岁月赊。有根横水石,无叶拂烟霞。春至苔为叶,冬来雪作花。不逢星汉使,谁辨是灵槎。 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