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! QgEYxAy6iGcl+NTSKSgyh8abenns8cAGICVOqVqAR5yvZ6/B6BYItv2I9U83KyPJ
