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. eu6rJmUE51nvrFnwLQ76pTrrKC/HnZAkEZ4XoPawf6QCpw/AQtxn/hf4yf5VR2av
