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. HgYOI656f/f9gPMPlZ/A+00xr6uSNyX2/ZpCTm91/Af7gT0CXJym0gH2AQ2oimqe
