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. HPnyZf3N+q6fzS8cj89PRqrXR1ORjQoOC1zws4qmLpXcz6iWcWoddBc8CfOk5xxB
