A hundred flowers are blooming in spring and bearing fruit in autumn
Wind blowing in ten thousands of miles and rain is happy
The sun is setting in the west and love at dusk
In the pavilion on the ancient road, a pure and kind man is chanting
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,315th Two Pairs of Couplets, 1/26/2021