The heart mirror without dust, I often sweep it
In the blue sky there are birds, let them fly
Row upon row of trees dying colors of the smoke and clouds are all drunk
The green water is light to flow, and the clear moonlight
3/20/2020格律体新诗 ● 七绝罗志海著译
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
第9708首对联体诗
The 9,708th Two Pairs of Couplets