Author Bai Juyi 火销灰复死，疏叶已经旬。岂是人情薄，其如天气春。风寒忽再起，手冷重相亲。却就红炉坐，心如逢故人。 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