Author Meng Jiao 不惜十指弦,为君千万弹。常恐新声至,坐使故声残。弃置今日悲,即是昨日欢。将新变故易,持故为新难。青山有蘼芜,泪叶长不干。空令后代人,采掇幽思兰。 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