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! x/LQMbQEh8YekwwMrOSy25j4nj6tz/B1PDTR3JvqOpEOM9EsNvckGXFuwRwOJ4ps
