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. jSuVEtX5WgAb5JpHUF7rimNzZXUsO/am0hdg9l2wjZjVIKoOOZWi8OtDgkSjNggO
