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! YKaQ6hHNT6KlyVWCQ/O/LdT2X4r9qROb7IRHH5EsEvYH6bh3M6pgyJmC2U1EY8n6
