The wind nears the small courtyard and the fragrance of plum blossoms is floating
The moon shines on the porch and shadows of the pines shake
I ask the high mountain who is in charge
Joyful to swim the great sea and I listen to the waves
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,200th Two Pairs of Couplets, 12/26/2020