Author Meng Jiao 北山少日月,草木苦风霜。贫士在重坎,食梅有酸肠。万俗皆走圆,一身犹学方。常恐众毁至,春叶成秋黄。大贤秉高鉴,公烛无私光。暗室晓未及,幽行涕空行。 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