In the idle courtyard, orchids and grasses show their mild air
In the lonely hall, plum blossoms overflow strong fragrance
It’s a sport of fate and the sky is dim
The autumn wind blows the dream and the night is desolate
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,306th Two Pairs of Couplets, 1/24/2021
