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. Svx3ixfW6+HXWlOjfv4lvvHhSL1BenzC8xEh0V6lu1tie04jURIzxMPjc11i9XpH
