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. 2LXhPXrVlLjIDOZXreDDeOhh06ddr93WTIXfGIvOlizv4q4i16662xajAMudG9tz
