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. YVD/xWxBb6+d876fvV9FmiBI5qO6wLl47EqR7MjOK/ipsBX5HmHv6qt0D9qQCAKh
