Wang Changling
The young bride in her boudoir does not know what grieves;
She mounts the tower, gaily dresses, on a spring day.
Suddenly seeing by roadside green willow leaves,
How she regrets her lord seeking fame far away! GFs+pZ8u0jHHn1/rbodNTm80/jTCDL5glGIUZdnXH92r2fZGL/aFJGhA0stwEE1M
