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. 2nZzOsedYtfE8PsHd/ib3ado8vlFT4TQjWDxlS0nWm0qr20kPNOS397VrXV+8gts
