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! I2UtOQsp6Z3gmjprl/zEqmMvifx3OCES8Di8DSt+Rda/UKTPrUfFxUbHOvwE/B/Y
