Today I wielded a writing brush
and also had a leisurely mind to plant wisdom roots
I had no sleep last night
and wanted to take the past out from the cloudy sea
I played the piano in the bamboo house
high mountains and flowing water intoxicated my bosom friends
I knocked at the wood door to ask a message
the beauty’s face and the peach blossoms changed into a dream
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 10,862th Two Pairs of Couplets, 10/10/2020