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. RD6pBVRWLt1Ss8h86irEK/rB+v2DjY+2P3iNW+ptUOpyPXqGfeHrfOxP2xjqY4Nf
