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. p/rDnxz+Qud87R4cnEYVhpeiHtt/t1t/zy0wKSyycRLIDIMe8oI0Szs2JNYXy2gq
