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! bLQ8NbwZVDyCDSCnmVE3Zzl1i/u1JKW3hkTTsJGBK7Kg+dWNl6DQa8PAjuLW0WdQ