The real hermits are hiding in the depth of the green mountain
with the bright moon chatting
Saints are born in troubled times
opposite the plum blossoms sitting
Snow, rain, wind and frost are delicious
come all the way in a hurry
Merit, fame, benefit and salary become floating clouds
return for a hundred years slowly
Metric New Poetry ● Thirteen Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 10,831th Two Pairs of Couplets, 10/3/2020