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. IaMSdm5tUjZNLHidJAXfupUdw7kST3dGgvDFn9kDdBwSAmM1Mwh1el2LU4YdCUU6
