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. izl6V1kK5wZ63FhDLHhF3dDSR9lk3EiTX34ua1tzNgB1iF8jxCUjjRYmi1gN40j4
