I hanged the silk thread of the fishing rod on the willow bank
leisurely to fish the moon in thousands of years in the lake
I wrote a fu in the garden
only a few branches plum blossoms were pitied in the corner
Not willing to be lonely
gulls and herons pursued each other on the green mountains on both sides
In its leisure time
a rainbow bridge crossed the blue water in a river
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,065th Two Pairs of Couplets, 12/2/2020