Beautiful peach blossoms in a few trees are red
I frequent to search for good verses and fear of spring being old
Sparse willows and a pool are green
I occasional to meet erotic lyrics and cherish the long night
I saw the mountain with the moon being drunk
the surrounding mountain scenery competed for flowing fragrance
I watched the water and let my heart be clear
the winding water waves strove for into rhymes
Metric New Poetry ● Twelve Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 10,871th Two Pairs of Couplets, 10/14/2020