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. CtSxnzFEl4DwKcnhyGFv2YnKWETDhvT4uXhSZxFY4SE0zzaBCCcp7leUxaKDAUqw
