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. PfLb4Y+Jhf1CZ643UZQQIEN9jc8Lxi5+Irl4n7gCTapjT5qNrQSktST6Ugm1N2UH