Author Liu Chenweng 看师师,成蝶蝶。蹙尽不成叠。欲试搔头,花重怎堪捻。是谁抛过东墙,今无赤凤,梦得似,那人身捷。年时腊。曾笑梅梢和豆,去月忽如荚。便向龙门,无复钏金接。待教开到琼林,阆仙重见,又谁念,昆明前劫。 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