Author Ai Xingfu 驱车出东门,怅望东门道。折兰赠所思,所赠非所好。岂无千丈红,相媚一饷好。终然失所性,不肯寘怀抱。秋风日以高,玄发日以缟。攜兰种幽谷,佩服从吾老。 Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments