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. 7HXh8ywMfeGdNoTI98PBz7ue7C58ekv97gshdM3MKZeslA8GVG1wKSbgDrPxl6Bz
