A guest went into the deep mountain and asked the green stream
where the flying flowers went and their returning time?
Fragrance floated into the quiet room and filled on the desk
the flowing rhyme stayed here this time
Half a curtain of cold moon shone on the clear autumn
people in old age were often nostalgic
Eyeful falling flowers sad to the twilight
where did the love return and didn’t worry?
Metric New Poetry ● Fourteen Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,244th Two Pairs of Couplets, 1/6/2021