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. 7iRDv4QRYLefI4cym+jNoNm6SRrJPIc/OMxjzCO9tCGHzB561lAtGdA6bnPvhY3l
