Muddle along without any aim
the fleeting year always changes its original intention
Bright and clear
the setting sun often sprinkles the lingering charm
One person in a hundred years
the moon leaves me from the West Tower
People step on the frost and return from regions beyond the Great Wall
by the light of the moon and the stars
3/27/2020格律体新诗 ● 十一绝罗志海著译
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
第9757首对联体诗
The 9,757th Two Pairs of Couplets