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! V+XB2I14mN583/G4QDVsgBnQwL3un5oWxvg3OE7ZH8NrQbI23929DloyQH/9FVnB