Luo Zhihai Poems
|7761.||Song Of Fort||3/18/2015|
|7764.||Cherishing High Aspirations(Sanlianti)||2/25/2015|
|7765.||With Great Care||10/3/2017|
|7766.||A Comic Book||10/26/2017|
|7768.||Bamboo, Pine And Willow||11/23/2017|
|7770.||White Poplar Flowers||3/19/2015|
|7771.||Joy And Peace In Believing||12/26/2014|
|7773.||Find Your Voice||2/27/2015|
Comments about Luo Zhihai
★ Her Eyes
☆ Poetry by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Up from the street and the crowds that went,
Morning and midnight, to and fro,
Still was the room where his days he spent,
And the stars were bleak, and the nights were slow.
Year after year, with his dream shut fast,
He suffered and strove till his eyes were dim,
For the love that his brushes had earned at last, -
And the whole world rang with the praise of him.
But he cloaked his triumph, and searched, instead,
Till his cheeks were sere and his hairs were gray.
'There are women ...
Cleaning snow into cooking tea, careful to taste the cold and hot flavours in the human world
Holding spring water to wash ears, silent to listen the tide sounds of the vast sea
Forty thousands of the red dust, is it possible that growing in gratitude or resentment?
Three thousands of white hairs, every one is suspected at the farewell seeds
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Two Pairs of Couplets ? Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai