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. NqvrlHrspJLG5rmN60U7XZAOYxE38D8N1VMHtuqaj2886io2p83NvvGajPQ2dX3J
