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. D2UcOmJpv3aFQ1ojq/zKKMTbDdquI8cDejLNzVk8AUxQ8Fl1z3YSX42Fw0YtKT9M
