Near the Mid Autumn Festival
the moonlight is cool
I overlook Chang'e charming
the shadow of laurel whirling
and let me be intoxicating
The Dragon Boat Festival is deep
the plum blossoms are old
I sigh the season is tough
the pine waves are euphemistic
and I hold a cup of wine intelligently
My heart sea is broad
the setting sun is red
the willow garden is warm
the drizzle is floating
and the field is interesting
My dream trace is light
returning swallows fly lightly
jade flute sound in the bamboo forest
cooking smoke curling
my hometown’s amorous feelings
Metric New Poetry ● Nineteen Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,185th Two Pairs of Couplets, 12/23/2020