Young peaches were pink
the wild ducks pointed and wrinkled the spring of the whole lake
The soft willows were reluctant to part
the purple swallows cut the thick in a thousand green ridges
Chorus of ten people
silk string accompaniment in the moon’s beginning
Finished in one breath
after writing the crazy cursive script
and the wine was warm still
3/17/2020格律體新詩 ● 十一絕羅志海著譯
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
第9693首對聯體詩
The 9,693th Two Pairs of Couplets