Author Liu Jian 近窗卧砌两三丛,佐静添幽别有功。影镂碎金初透月,声敲寒玉乍摇风。无凭费叟烟波碧,莫信湘妃泪点红。自是子猷偏爱尔,虚心高节雪霜中。 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