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. qZPb0X1jAaTYQWSeungNr/Fo1nxz/EYDdQWrVgugL1d+KAOxQ38D26rA5EPmggfL
