Li Duan
The stars are sparse when sinks the moon before daybreak;
The lonely lamplight not yet quenched, she lies awake.
Not dressed up, opening the door with longing eyes,
She complains of the false news announced by magpies. iFIZ6rRA8LzxBU1USYID9qL28jK0MdWJK+jQ8fiOM4QfTipQ+XKeVNpTcw0bddwy
