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! EPzdFDnwK3d7N139FrZm4PFOfRRSQup4VnoHxIRJ5ja5GfVT/gjMILGpZG81wqRY
