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. WYSc0UxsfUQ/n5097uobU0hg3Fv4n5V6XicfS5ROtQk9XVhLq+xXhBxPsIw4ugkD
