Author Wei Zhuang 我惜今宵促，君愁玉漏频。岂知新岁酒，犹作异乡身。雪向寅前冻，花从子后春。到明追此会，俱是隔年人。 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