Combed by the wind and washed by the rain, I often missed you so much
Journey under the moon and stars, I was specially moving
I dreamt spring breeze drunkenly on the willow bank
My soul returned on the chrysanthemum terrace in my home village
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,042th Two Pairs of Couplets, 11/28/2020