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. 938yXmD71TsqwMWURMum/wu2y8m1DbyG8s/9WTNHCnSIPgt3wx4nahJiB0+2IDGR
