Author Zhang Hu 积水自成阴,昏昏月映林。五更离浦棹,一夜隔淮砧。漂母乡非远,王孙道岂沉。不当无健妪,谁肯效前心。 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