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. spNcuHLeJBzo1UUS/F3mVXC4A6BYMZah3eKFk2mcRTpsiONv4G/QoepDQwDSGo8V
