The moon hanging in the Ninth Sky
I listened to the lute under the osmanthus
and bathed in the fragrant rain
In a day. traveling thousands of miles
I stopped the horse on the shore
and watched the tides
My look was brilliant
spring in a house enriched my wealth and rich
My intonation was melodious
the poems on a hunderd pieces of paper highly praised pure and lofty spirit
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 10,828th Two Pairs of Couplets,10/2/2020