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. 0kFwUcSQLnzeLktDTnns1v5oScte3E5Y3065TGAzVJaJ56d174g0mBaEWG0iIySd
