Leaning against the railing, I listened to the rain knocked a thousand leaves
I stirred the wick and drank a hundred cups of wine in the evening
The soft wind played the water and the swallows flew lower
The bright moon across the sky and the flowers bloomed gracefully
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,033th Two Pairs of Couplets, 11/27/2020