Author Wen TianXiang 一病忽两月，蓬头夏涉秋。形羸心自壮，手弱笔仍遒。昨夜灯如喜，今宵蝶莫愁。问谁驱五疟，正与五穷谋。 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