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. Ml7leI5tchVZji8dz0KlXkEIo1Ni53eCUKcDlTokfCr9p3jDt5+gRLbOOHeSP4Bq
