An old fisherman rowing in the rivers and lakes
he carefully observed and studied fog and clouds vast
the green water in the sunny river and the wave light flickering
A woodcutter carried the sun and moon
he understood through the peaks and ridges pile by pile
in gorge, the clear spring over the su**ce of stones flowing
Red deep to infatuate the willow green
at the midnight, thousands of birds were flying lightly
not let the empty wind be lonely
Green shallow to intoxicate peaches red
three strings made a pool of ripple
should prepare before raining
Metric New Poetry ● Nineteen Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,056th Two Pairs of Couplets, 11/30/2020