In the lake hill, moonlight was quiet
and delicate and elegant posture with the dew fragrance
The sound of the warbler on the Bank of willow was rising
and an ethereal shadow pursued the distant cloud
Walked and look back
wind was blowing to the jade table and green full of the window
Lingered and stopped to sigh
raining in the peach trees, blossoms fell to the ground
Metric New Poetry ● Twelve Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 10,867th Two Pairs of Couplets, 10/13/2020
