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. /Nx/w4D/jg/IY3ByQt5eqSelAF3t2O1HmNEDySWqJPsoFN/DLY5MKgSHifNKkfaJ
