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Read a few poems , he felt really good. . . (A ) Liu Pak ( 1880-1932 ), published in the poetry of Autumn night homing birds , though tired, still laden with the setting sun back. Wings over the pages , the setting sun fell on the river ; the first white reed , but also the roots of the makeup into the moment . (B ) Liu Bannong ( 1891-1934 ) , formerly known as Liu Fu , collection of poems published as How do I do not want her name slightly floating clouds of heaven , earth wind blowing slightly . Ah! Breeze blowing my hair, do not want her to teach me how ? Moonlight love the ocean , marine love the moonlight. Ah! So honey -like silver night, did not want her to teach me how ? Falling slowly flowing water ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the fish slowly swim underwater . Ah! Swallow what you say , then ? How can I do not want her? Withered in the cold in the shake. Wildfires burn in the twilight . Ah! Nishi also some children Canxia , do not want her to teach me how ? (C ) Liang ( 1903-1083 ), published in the poetry of Vespers - I was showed an instinctive rapport of the two stand alone fence edge. O Lord , in this twilight of the Mangmei . Quiet and gentle shadow children come and go , children are beginning to shepherd his canker Youmeng . I stand here alone , remorse and contemplation of the past my craze , crazy jump to pick the flowers in the world . I look forward to tears - a faint hope that the red chip to the east sometime in late spring inadvertently blown in front of me : reverently, the quiet star in the evening to complete confession of temperature and light in my Thanksgiving Vespers.