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. nS/mXBhBoNUyhUthQwsFrytB7k3SisZfYItiFKOwi6ibVsN7nG77SMG/V/v1cwmh
