Author Wen TianXiang 事殊兴极忧思集，足茧荒山转愁疾。汉家山东二百州，青是烽烟白人骨。入门依旧四壁空，一斛旧水藏蛟龙。年过半百不称意，此曲哀怨何时终。 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