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. BrYo5FzxLP1FLFC2ztJmtyg2Zfq+7CGS7a6yOZrmDXxegppns/fO69Uwm/dN+RG1
