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. y+V7ZQh2dIunIakAbEYve7WGvXCGFFPqql4e9Hl2AwS71I4A4zj2LV+L97+LWfTz
