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. QwFlq+6LJAaPYddziruScVu2tlU4MGMYIPCXQxo5qm0CqXRYgWUQwBuzgB4M5d83
