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. bX09y3cN7inPYLLMtYWrD4hdfrugXIs6DOf9VnRZpFwvV+0DCFVnrChrV3SkLDF+
