Skip to main content
Author
点滴空阶雨送凉,青灯对影独凄伤。
身如病木惊秋早,心似鳏鱼怯夜长。
铸得黄金犹有术,扫空白发定无方。
萧然禅榻君休笑,一卷残书伴枕傍。
Rate this poem
No votes yet
Reviews
No reviews yet.