At the winter night
she warmed a pot of wine
and listened to snow falling
In the spring day
she waited for plum blossoms to be red
and played a few pieces of music on the strings
No painting, her double frowning eyebrows like a crescent
Ashamed to stretch out her ten delicate fingers
they were better than the tender scallions
Metric New Poetry ● Nine Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 10,884th Two Pairs of Couplets,10/18/2020
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