Author Zhu Qingye 数树荒庭上，芬芳映绿苔。自缘逢暖发，不是为人开。色艳莺犹在，香消蝶已回。相从无胜事，谁向此倾杯。 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