The silver heron was pitiful
it stood lonely on the fishing boat
its shadow and track were single
and it's chilly in spring
The falling flowers added hatred to the guests
the wild water was flowing
east and west were wide
and the twilight began to dim
I found a poem and sang a song
frown with my eyes
the fragrant flowers look back
and air volume bursting
I invited the moon to get drunk at third night watch
sword courage and lute heart
the fog and the rain were boundless and indistinct
and my sentiments flew swirling
Note: first and fourth sentences by Luo Zhihai.
Second and third sentences by Ye Yexin.
3/16/2020格律體新詩 ● 十六絕羅志海著譯
Metric New Poetry ● Sixteen Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
第9682首對聯體詩
The 9,682th Two Pairs of Couplets