Author Liu Jia 园中花自早,不信外无花。良人未朝去,先出登香车。□□五□轮,满城闻呕哑。侍儿衣各别,头上金雀多。只是一家人,路人疑千家。过后香满陌,直到春日斜。今朝且可怜,莫问久如何。 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