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. tYXnxyb6PK+UJha/oxNGf8LE+Rsn6ZZC3ap2YAwKCQHl79+AZEZEA6p8avun1uos
