Author Wu Qian 杯中吸月。桂树飞琼屑。莫道胡床老子，怕风露，向凄冽。回首云娥折。老大成痴绝。且醉今宵光景，莫容易，向人说。 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