In the flat lake, I listen to the singing of oars
look up to the moon
crazy appreciation of smoke and clouds in the vast fields
poetry mood is thick
In the steep mountain, I hug rosy clouds and chant music
splash ink and write as clouds
drunken invitation of wind and moon in the ninth sky
wine feeling is abundant
Understanding meaning of Taoism and Zen to avoid the world
shadows of willows and waves of pines
work hard after rising of sun, I plough
from the kitchen, smoke curling
Self cultivation and seclusion
my wife is plum and my sons are cranes
lamp out, embracing each other, we sleep soundly
our love is continuous
Metric New Poetry ● Twenty Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,094th Two Pairs of Couplets, 12/7/2020