Author Chu Guanxi 取胜小非用，来朝明光殿。东平不足先，梦出凤林间。梦还沧海阙，万里尽阴色。岂为我离别。马上吹笛起寒风，道傍舞剑飞春雪。男儿悬弧非一日，君去成高节。 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