宋代 何云 He Yun  宋代  
One poem at a time

He Yun
  Who will be the mirror tears, sprinkling Guanwa Gong.
  Fox to the death of Wu, the day the more power left hegemony.
  On cold nights worthy soul, Hong also flutter autumn.
  Gin generation ashamed to kill the fish to be out of the sleeve.
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西施吟