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. TooaOwSYLjcOfGThUF91/rF+Nwcvg9Wp4Y5tEAc90dAEyZmFfgpurleSdY8N1mMy
