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. 8ks/CM60tn9LYB6tmhdzOfrbVs84wzM8anh9K/gxn7QjFDrYWC5UNAA+WYJ1Oy30
