The pine rhyme and the green mountain were beautiful
The orchid fragrance and the green grasses were tender
I faced the candle and long chanted a poem, at the end of the night
I wielded a writing brush and careful to describe sorrows in the twilight
Metric New Poetry by Luo Zhihai, 2/6/2021
The 10th Five-Seven Words of Quatrain of Two Pairs of Couplets