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. oGHbT6dL9Y6cTA8HGQd0k/gKutqtft8v6SoYA/yzyM0tufrjAgCaT6ovzrJbqff/
