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. B4sY1D0bPFY1W3e6ETy1sHqOL/zgz9z22v1nHfcRxA7uuhUatJ2YM0TmGgs032dW