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! Ob4dfz3BGzM80gTRbTDF2cF854Wt5rPJyVzsGA4dVehr59pMa61PTkKCxuDfmdCw
