Author Zhu Qingye 塞下闲为客，乡心岂易安。程涂过万里，身事尚孤寒。竟日风沙急，临秋草木残。何年方致主，时拂剑尘看。 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