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. 1UA5ly8Yd9A2jOhCXj6oCT3oF66M3YKgVXEgbVgTWFn5hzKufSEukv5vbNp3oPBd
