Author Meng Jiao 日高方得起,独赏些些春。可惜宛转莺,好音与他人。昔年此气味,还走曲江滨。逢著韩退之,结交方殷勤。蜀客骨目高,聪辩剑戟新。如何昨日欢,今日见无因。英奇一谢世,视听一为尘。谁言老泪短,泪短沾衣巾。 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