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. qRj9l+3a86Sn8B/yS6lzOy1Pp25EnlFEgVpN4aMqiIo71/nx6h3OgGvp3H/kNb5L
