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. rG2Agn3hp3/Tspk4ghNYKJWAP3TXH/QThlSZuZ0mGUwSoRcuBWsMvonskEKAAQ9c
