In the poor lane, drums were full of pity
a lonely awning floated in the sea in the past
how sad had my friends been?
In the early years, I fought in wind and fire
but now my temples are mottled with frost
I am proud still
The countryside was scattered with the sound of bells
the sails were set back and the wave light was diffuse
two or three fishermen were on the shore
After sunset, the horse and the ox went home
the flute was melodious and the mist was hazy
the sixteen years old of the village girl picked lotuses
Note: first and third sentences by Ye Yexin.
Second and fourth sentences by Luo Zhihai.
3/9/2020格律體新詩 ● 十八絕羅志海著譯
Metric New Poetry ● Eighteen Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
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