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. gEu5CrUWBkW+Q2EK/OZEj8PwgjRpHGgG0qWMIBPvXYIkiyk2uGzr3tmjvaz0V9jt
