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. KkZzeg0mzF4sjmDKnu0IT+0JjLV2xdIdC3oEE2Dnlyz3Nsyfpvm0BaES5xlrAjNl
