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! EvpmMrNkw8J02P8jFKmUUFDqKnLRD+GLXLzuHHLEs2G1TcTncmslwrOuGsx2Z1lz
