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. qaUCTQLzXMe1VvMCq+DZq6HttuVADTx0psume54yZ1WK0ebhTkCAZhfxQ5hyrOgG
