My talent is sparse and my pen is clumsy
I ashamed of the scenery of mountains and rivers are beautiful and bright
My mind is broad and my chest is comfortable
I loud chant lyrics about prosperous times
When I go northward and southward
the full moon often makes me melancholy
Send the spring and welcome the summer
the silent night adds my dream drunkenly
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,305th Two Pairs of Couplets, 1/24/2021
