Author Li Shi 百濯香残恨未消。万绪千丝,莲藕芭蕉。临岐犹自说前时,轻翦乌云解翠翘。雨意重来风已飘。南陌行人折柳条。此间无计可留连,枕上今宵。马上明朝。 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