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! Xkuu6KJtKhthtOp2/JdThnWDeg56puGhJ5D9Pv9JJys1b8i3RldhM7OC0s+Z0bE8
