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! J96qoa+3a7ayac39CjKi4pFNlbYClBpaxlfuk65XY0mcI/4tcNnyBqucabn9IxCi
