The sky is high and the air is cool
in August, the gold autumn adds laurel fruits
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse
ten years of the iron pen has been in the top
In the steep and gray mountain
the clear breeze does not want the leisurely clouds to stop
In the free and clear water
the drizzle can stay with sad fog
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 10,861th Two Pairs of Couplets, 10/10/2020