Author Qi Ji 石竹花开照庭石,红藓自禀离宫色。一枝两枝初笑风,猩猩血泼低低丛。常嗟世眼无真鉴,却被丹青苦相陷。谁为根寻造化功,为君吐出淳元胆。白日当午方盛开,彤霞灼灼临池台。繁香浓艳如未已,粉蝶游蜂狂欲死。 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