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. rnRVOmGQV5aXjF+pRZ+bDXfBs/wT12qV6k2Rp+2TK8UcKP/QIDnJ/uo3cbU9TfjD
