Pity the fallen flowers flying from the lonely autumn tree
the tides of sea speechless to
Not understand the gentle spring vines around the leaves
clouds and rain of Wushan Mountain heartbroken to
Mottled bamboos and winter plums on the road were clear thin
I felt the human feelings were warm and cold
Beautiful towers and jade palaces in the sky were extremely cold
I sighed the attitudes of the world were hot and cool
Metric New Poetry ● Fifteen Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,057th Two Pairs of Couplets, 12/1/2020