Wang Ya
（I）
In bygone years alone in empty room did I stay
To dream of the mountains of homeland far away
Seeing no wild geese bringing me your letter now
I only find the new moon like your arching brow. oOXkN3V7y2tjvx5PDtfFzQY4Jc8vmcsLgujhqxJd2wWFoyQqv7hao9q9qdA3huPq
