A Poem And A Writing Brush
In the lotus pond, flowers are fragrant by themselves
In the bamboo courtyard, evergreen spring
I chanted a poem artfully by one third drunk
I waved a writing brush to let seven bel esprits be crazy
(by Luo Zhihai)
诗笔
竹院春常绿
荷塘花自香
吟诗巧借三分醉
挥笔任凭七子狂
格律体新诗 ● 罗志海著译
第一百七十八首长短句对联体诗 二零二一年五月十五日
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