Author Wu Qian 为花问月。谁把金魂屑。犹有残英剩蕊，秋向老，香逾冽。且莫都攀折。有个人愁绝。纵使垣娥念旧，星星鬓，如何说。 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