Author Lu You 举手可及屋，积书高拄颐。忽闻疏雨滴，怳记故山时。点染聊成字，呻吟仅似诗。不关才思尽，碌碌本亡奇。 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