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. GkvqxsWJXep8y95g8wxb2wEtjB7k+izI4goJtVSXGhDl1/3WigATH8jXACtOJnMe
