Author Zhang Shuo 富贵还乡国，光华满旧林。秋风树不静，君子叹何深。故老空悬剑，邻交日散金。众芳摇落尽，独有岁寒心。 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