Wang Jian
Waiting for him alone
Where the river goes by,
She turns into a stone
Gazing with longing eye.
Atop the hill from day to day come wind and rain;
The stone should speak to see her husband come again. /eAI1OEY4zslRMivuRqkofhl0JSxx1WLBPdC6cX3KFutQhSj/pofoonfc92HV3di
