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. DNbCsSYx0qxZ5blj1beRY5r9RxHpBYXVlDLz7ZIxOT4wQXZMA/GHlCK0w/3feIlF
