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. uEfPhXCQbw+kn7+nZjS7Vdx9ReNaI9/YB0+iVCFaO8alm53I3UOA0uXwFRnF3Xep
