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! hpEaH4hSS52dnApNh3xy0NvlFeD9fxoQA+tCrWYjRPZ3MdyeB3T+eDATo2sGgV6X
