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. eoDAIjYPaIO2Fo8I+c7dIwE0DhZD7hnQu1akxKG3Gi8k7peBFZ1J2FWqpTn9DRr5
