The moonlight all over the mountain was cooked in the pottery pot
By a 50-string instrument, a burst of the wind sound was played
Thought of what time my bosom friend would return back
I saw a boat in the river to horizon far away
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,096th Two Pairs of Couplets, 12/7/2020