Author Jia Dao 病蝉飞不得,向我掌中行。拆翼犹能薄,酸吟尚极清。露华凝在腹,尘点误侵睛。黄雀并鸢鸟,俱怀害尔情。 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