宋代 李婴 Li Ying  宋代  
One poem at a time

Li Ying
  Chu Wind and Smoke, lonely past, when the Mid-Autumn Festival.
  Exposed to cold, Lanying will Xie, Xiu Wei flowers.
  Yan gracious speech return lanes, Ming cricket tragically to the window-you.
  Who has read, the bank has immortal, drifting around for a long time.
  Hengqin knee, carrying ■ hand.
  Wang Kuang eyes, leisure Yin mouth.
  Have everything any rewards with what there is.
  Do not you see smoke crown swordsman Ling, how long is still popular appearance.
  Returning Home, a King and Yin, King and life.
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