Author Zhao Shixia 夜雨鸣檐声录蔌。薄酒浇愁，不那更筹促。感旧伤今难举目。无聊独剪西窗烛。弹指光阴如电速。富贵功名，本自无心逐。粝食粗衣随分足。此身安健他何欲。 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