I overlooked the end of the globe
but the rosy clouds didn’t stop their footsteps leisurely
I chased on the corner of the sea
and wanted to call elks back quickly
The long pavilion in the wilderness
spring breeze and catkins in three thousands of dreams
The ancient road in the deep mountain
autumn moon and frost with several times of worry
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,236th Two Pairs of Couplets, 1/4/2021