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. Hfhy4Ll2maqNIqt7DWO852TQwWl5w5+70sSF7/tX29bdOMBKpKIdJmQKH0LzlJw0