Author Li He 染罗衣,秋蓝难着色。不是无心人,为作台邛客。花烧中潬城,颜郎身已老。惜许两少年,抽心似春草。今日见银牌,今夜鸣玉宴。牛头高一尺,隔坐应相见。月从东方转,酒从东方转。觥船饫口红,蜜炬千枝烂。 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