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! X9VORAGBGOZU8Ao9OZ3/3Rwvbbt6pl0RdXM4uPWrYTpuKGoFuFzvlY1sBN3XyWCq
