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. x/Jy2rH3AEEfXE2f4t7gPCgRxUwsRm9Wno6EDycFweflQSOxxIn6/BX+1N7acVhf
