A butterfly loving the red flowers isn’t lewd
Wind blows to green willows, that’s self-sentimental
The moonlight is bright, a curtain of the secluded dreams
A few wisps of the autumn hearts, feel gloomy
2/20/2020格律体新诗 ● 七绝罗志海著译
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
第9498首对联体诗
The 9,498th Two Pairs of Couplets