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. Tdy3l5NhR+pLN6uudvEMudTdz+PVHdVCi/EMq8UqKwyU0m/lg9O5s6r9dN9ydDQm
