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. qyTC6W5hEXFcgNH9TRiSYc8JF+q0CkxbqKg6UYxkS8Byy5eqvZ2xYsfkESp+Cysm
