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. eJdSsuDS35NIjQyN7MjfRnBUji0icBwtDDL/2Q4oVJL8tKeXkLSxu5EIkHKxKOPE
