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. nJhPOE3OTNNVZloJbKGX8IoNpsin6xvx8rmg0TLGvSYhxxgH+aaM2WENSH0y0ms4
