Author Wang Zhidao 不厮知名,怎奈向,前缘注定。一封书,便成媒娉。千里相从,恰似寻盟合姓。泥泞。尚隔个,轿儿难近。薄薄纱厨,小驿夜凉人静。红一点,暗通犀晕。花月多情,摇碎半窗清影。安稳。悄不知,人痛损。 Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments