Author Zhu Qingye 粉壁通莲径，扁舟到不迷。苇声过枕上，湖色满窗西。但见修行苦，谁论夏腊低。闲看种来树，已觉与身齐。 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