Author Yuan Zhen At sunset the Jialing River flows east and thousands of pear petals chase the river wind. What twists my stomach as I watch the river flowers? Half have fallen in the river, half drift on the air. Tags Short Poems 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