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. 3F9+MK15jbhqfjalNNyvXc7T1sJK91C/wUuYiLF6sAQFrLu9QTtWY56lF3pfAO2h
