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. p8MOTZ3fUWJnNlBT/d3RpjiC8YBs7BtAjWaQm1txyEnaoMudGL2DojM0+nY4xw8J
