Alone to pity the charming shadows
the peach blossoms are more red this year
Elegant to sigh the soft posture
In that moment, the moonlight was pure white
Delude one to folly
clouds hide in the green mountain and fragrance hides in the path
Like waking up
cold rain at dawn and wind at night
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,019th Two Pairs of Couplets, 11/24/2020