Author Yuan Bian 张璪画古松,往往得神骨。翠帚扫春风,枯龙戛寒月。流传画师辈,奇态尽埋没。纤枝无萧洒,顽干空突兀。乃悟埃尘心,难状烟霄质。我去淅阳山,深山看真物。 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