Drunkenly I laid by the flower stream and fragrance entered into my dream
I walked and chanted poems on the willow shore and moon added grief
Roaming in a region, the local customs and practices were elegant
Leisurely walking in a thousand mountains and the scenery was elegant
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,011th Two Pairs of Couplets, 11/22/2020