Author Han Biao 银笔金花，断肠有句闲挥扫。又还落了。梅片阳春小。古往今来，风味须才调。山林少。这些襟抱。输与江东老。 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