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. 6K77rKYSPm/QzyIs4lljm0kFjug57as/ZjVXUgW8lcz/7A/E7cHcYIjGER5w1xJk
