Rare and precious
the dust doesn't stain the bones of the plum blossoms
Go forward bravely
how can the sky know the hearts of the willow leaves?
The shadows of the bamboos are mottled
a pillow sounds of the autumn are cool into the dream
Singing of the warbler is mild and indirect
the moon at the fifth watch sends back a returning person
2/28/2020格律体新诗 ● 十一绝罗志海著译
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
第9551首对联体诗
The 9,551th Two Pairs of Couplets