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. w0nKTDQ/RH96CJSX8nJ0ReqTlc3+wHjy4TvxO4mJZcEiQg+QO7vnbwHTRlsM7gMz
