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. hkC8N1GFYcH9FuvcDaTnOF7sS/NV1S4cSnrLaf26RjVfGVooVW3q8jFxcoqinU55
