In the guest house, I tasted wine
empty to pity the heavy shower hit the new lotus
I enjoyed the moon in my hometown
and got drunk the spring breeze blew the young willows
My vision was fresh
a lonely peak held a pen to reach the clouds
My mood was graceful
chanting three chapters about the catkins and singing of the white snow
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,115th Two Pairs of Couplets, 12/10/2020