Author Li Zhiyi 夜雨滴空阶。想见尊前赋咏才。更觉鸣蛙如鼓吹，安排。惆怅流光去不回。万事已成灰。只这些儿尚满怀。刚被北风吹晓角，相催。不许时间入梦来。 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