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. ODLv+ZfemJ5Nu3ubf1w22ziB1/kxJFWSoZ2OmG0hlNj2ijJ7VPJz9w6Z6zzXRNHI
