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. x7Fe2bd/B2MA+CKhiulJf/kpCDz/L010R8LmvmLhK7jN/Jjl4JHYAUd4Vhe7RDsS
