Author Bao Zhao 秋兰徒晚绿。流风渐不亲。飙我垂思幕。惊此梁上尘。沈阴安可久。丰景将遂沦。何由忽灵化。暂见别离人。 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