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. ozo8L8K8eGCbAo3tUcuinqIgg70pNAWfUn/THTPE0+P8tQpC7rqxreJ7gj1BKecG
