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. UGHq8vnugli2h41KjKgQQe7xdRDuuA4xURH7LjFCsQeLPVYR3LN/sGCxaGiZu5Jg
