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! KuKb125UBWR8YDFG+Zgus8+L0ddGZyAueF1cuiG+cE0CqendE2k0cTKrmurl7YGv