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! YvHsiProR/F9rIgflX8GnsZxDf5vI5Uhz9wQkf8k8k2SsOKdNVK3DkdW9iK4oKWr
