Author Nalan Xingde 暮雨丝丝吹湿，倦柳愁荷风急。瘦骨不禁秋，总成愁。别有心情怎说？未是诉愁时节。谯鼓已三更，梦须成。 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