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. fDhnVcOTkMWlxNnhLZrsb8isYnFzB+pRSOa1jadvuBYjey/xTVFK9wN1Tx1qR8px