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. B7F4A0HD7Yk7tdY6WpT03g8I6hIi5BIXP8ua2vkZdcSgC/vAuCUIYNB5XuxjXM9Z
