How does the cold moon know the woman’s thinking and complaining?
The turbid wine does not understand a lone heart’s worry
The green cloud floating over a thousand peaks, they are small
The blue water flowing from ten thousand valleys, they are secluded
3/29/2020格律体新诗 ● 七绝罗志海著译
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
第9767首对联体诗
The 9,767th Two Pairs of Couplets