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. S6hyxrDpoYZj5brqdcTGNNyCuIi4aT5lQ8I1bznqFk9lN2B3OCWQ+/QL7sFLt2Ab
