Author Cheng Gai 卷地芳草都过了。花不语,对人含笑。花与人期,人怜花病,瘦似人多少。闻道重门深悄悄。愁不尽,露啼烟袅。断得相思,除非明月,不把花枝照。 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