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! nk9xztbST/7NVn8KINiucCH6937sKTnO7fN5RGtn5/h4Rr+0Uxnr972s/Tc3Jzov
