Author Han Biao 急管度青枝,醉眠芳草。云断巫阳梦能到。乍醒馀困,晴影暗移纱帽。旧时闲意思,都忘了。今岁春迟,去年春早。点点繁红又多少。惜春归去,酒病翻成花恼。数声鸣鸟唤,人惊老。 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