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! Xo0Gu5gS7aRYpPn35cudEgp5b9va8Q8sCM6T50Zui+oGcKOdQxOQXPFm1dvLKsHv