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. CQAcRyU8cDrsOCStlzArWKqQGYgodeexYMs3TpYQUQS5N28HW7U/CuXkyXoLPb0b