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. P8VVXfdm2csZ5J/9F414hasjh/Vsf9whaD51D+FII7tdKHGhfW2dw3SeRjXGwGFr
