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! 4nDn5rHx8z5RH5PHb0J4LzzxtyuUF1sKt3P1Rqzk6Eq70NXKRRsO5+tSGMi5WGp4