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. yFZjhq9Inbt/x51hj+xl3L4wM+31WUB7KDX1kV8cOHkN7bp464q43E1rRMhs3+5e
