I sighed journey was remote at the cold night
in Nanpu, I played flute but who made me a smile?
I got up in a coat at the cold midnight
by the west window, I cut candlewick and flowers were speechless
Mighty to chant the clouds and the smoke
didn't be afraid of the idle words in the world
Vast to enjoy the wind and the moon
I didn't hear right and wrong words outside the garden
Metric New Poetry ● Twelve Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,043th Two Pairs of Couplets, 11/28/2020