Author Wen TianXiang 君今拂衣去，我独枕书眠。一片过林雨，数声当户蝉。情长空有恨，吟苦不成篇。后会知何日，西风老雁天。 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