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. arUTbeM+wqCLPYLrHWEtouRfw7Tq4pNT5DExs7J15ux6NpsvmgDhk2d10Q/qvzf8
