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! fPwvtN4TSLKnahruBh8v4DYNgTefeOEl2dHtloSC2/ft4WS6Rk9NeDf8ER9c8J9Q
