Zhang Zhongsu
By city wall wave willows slender
And roadside mulberry leaves tender.
She gathers not, basket in hand,
Still dreaming of the far-of-land. Fo5zkb5LWhdO4r5hOsdUdYxWkdXLu9i+j28b/NzPfWMuz3FANxdrbah0ipgcAakw
