The wind green to the water skirt
a pool of the spring dreams without margin
The fog and smoke full in the valley reflected the universe
the wate**ll green to the mountain catkin coat
A singing warbler hid in the leaf bottom
the flowers fell before eyes but the people had far
The flying swallows danced in front of the window
the moon sank on the cup bottom and the shadow was still cold
Metric New Poetry ● Twelve Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,360th Two Pairs of Couplets, 2/20/2021