The drizzle is fluttering
the stream in a valley around mountain is green
Thousand metre of the cliff hanging a wate**ll
rosy clouds are curling
Flowers fly in the mid evening
the bright moon is drunk and lonely
Leaves fall in late autumn
the small building is lonely and looking forward to be pitied
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,311th Two Pairs of Couplets, 1/25/2021