Author Bai Juyi 岂料吾方病,翻悲汝不全。卧惊从枕上,扶哭就灯前。有女诚为累,无儿岂免怜。病来才十日,养得已三年。慈泪随声迸,悲肠遇物牵。故衣犹架上,残药尚头边。送出深村巷,看封小墓田。莫言三里地,此别是终天。 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