Author Liu Chenweng 炼花为露玉为瓶。佳客为频倾。耐得风霜满鬓，此身合是金茎。墙头竹外，洞房初就，画阁新成。嚼得梅花透骨，何愁不会长生。 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