Author Meng Jiao 眼在枝上春,落地成埃尘。不是风流者,谁为攀折人。宁辞波浪阔,莫道往来频。拾紫岂宜晚,掇芳须及晨。劳收贾生泪,强起屈平身。花下本无俗,酒中别有神。游蜂不饮故,戏蝶亦争新。万物尽如此,过时非所珍。 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