I rode the wind and picked a bright moon myself
You still flew the snow and look for red plum flowers
The spring river dyed both banks of the willow color
The lotus fragrance all the way intoxicated the returning passenger
3/31/2020格律体新诗 ● 七绝罗志海著译
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
第9790首对联体诗
The 9,790th Two Pairs of Couplets