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. C+Xt9piuLi9c4akfBnnFWL4uWWsZsYXMBy1DAEELV4C4vIRYaVIyj0+KlKji0Hwk
