The red dust with a pure heart understands
The road is a string, the passer-by plays it
Ten miles of the peach blossoms are bright in the bottom of the fan
Wind and moon in a tower are sleeping in the dream soundly
3/26/2020格律体新诗 ● 七绝罗志海著译
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
第9749首对联体诗
The 9,749th Two Pairs of Couplets