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. eJoUKMiV4P85g3vUzj41yMKg4HN7J5IdP+zKw5ePa9L2CJILtwOEK1uPrqb4i+wv