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. crOV4kuR+pHVm6wJwGtArmYUyS6Cb/5IoAuoXLwuYC/w621cOQP75VsEPcl9LNeh