Author Sikong Tu 山前邻叟去纷纷,独强衰羸爱杜门。渐觉一家看冷落,地炉生火自温存。甘心七十且酣歌,自算平生幸已多。不似香山白居士,晚将心地著禅魔。乌纱巾上是青天,检束酬知四十年。谁料平生臂鹰手,挑灯自送佛前钱。 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