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. muqGeyAX/7FOMJ5YbB5ok5TKw8tigBrQ/y/9Fh+OTPTfExIjPN39r35wdsnqiK0/