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So You're Such A Doctor Song

So You're Such A Doctor Song

Changqing has always felt that she's incomparable to Guan Ying in every aspect. Even though she is pretty and has a good family background, this world is nothing more than a world where Princes are more attracted to Cinderellas. Her first love that she dearly remembers in her heart for years eventually becomes Guan Ying’s current boyfriend and her fiancé is Guan Ying’s ex. He has yet to forget Guan Ying. A business marriage brings Changqing and Song Chuyi together despite the absence of love. In public, he is her friend’s ex and in private he is her husband who cannot be publicly–known. At the hospital, her good friend enjoys her husband’s embrace while she can only act as though he's a stranger. At a gala dinner, her good friend hooks her arm around her first love’s arm shyly and she can only smile and give them her blessings. … In this marriage, Changqing thinks that all is well other than the fact that Song Chuyi doesn’t love her. First, her husband is a doctor and he can treat all her illnesses while saving up on medical expenses. Second, doctors love cleanliness and her husband would always ensure the cleanliness of the house. Third, at the end of every month, her thin wallet would grow thick with cash that her husband stuffs in secretly. Fourth, as a person who doesn’t like to exercise, she always get dragged around by her husband day and night to do some pleasurable exercise that is beneficial for the body and mind. Fifth, she would never have to worry that she would be out of money. There are always so many uncountable advantages that Changqing enjoys. … After the marriage, on a certain night, Changqing looks at Dr. Song gloomily. "Hubby, why are you so nice to me when you don’t even love me?" Dr. Song continues reading his medical books and ignores her. It's sometimes quite a headache when your wife is too stupid and daft. Until one day, Changqing realises that there's really no free lunch in this world…
Urban
498 Chs
Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"
LGBT+
403 Chs
Lazy Salvation

Lazy Salvation

“The boogeyman of Outer Gods, protector of Earth, humanity’s last stand—Miratheris’s son has returned.” I was drowning in sloth. The color of life had drained from my eyes, leaving only shades of grey. Doing anything felt like punishment. Looking for a job? A laughable idea. I did everything I could to stay disconnected from reality. Gambling. Drinking. Even suicidal stunts. Anything to escape the numbness that clawed at my mind for even a second. But everything comes at a cost. I abandoned my family. Broke the heart of the only woman who ever loved me. And wasted every damn day like it didn’t matter. I became the kind of man society throws out with the trash. But life didn’t spare me. Not even when I hit rock bottom. Deceived, shackled, and sold into another world— I spent the rest of my days as a slave. Forced to fight monsters ripped straight out of myth. At the very end, all I could do… was wish. Just one more chance. One shot to make things right. … Born a prodigy, Ashen Hart moved through life like a golden boy. What others worked for, he mastered with ease. At first, it felt like a blessing. The validation, pride, and accomplishment felt sweet. But even honey spoils when you’re drowning in it. The more success he tasted, the more hollow it all became. And when a mysterious power awakened within him, letting him see moments into the future— The world lost all color. And then all meaning… Nothing could surprise him. Nothing could move him. He spiraled. Ashen threw it all away—ambition, love, purpose— and embraced the slow death of apathy. But fate wasn’t done with him. Kidnapped by a shadowy organization and forced into a hidden war, he learned a truth: he wasn’t special. He was fodder. Cannon meat to delay the inevitable. But somewhere, buried beneath sloth and cynicism, the genius stirred. The apathy rotted away. And Ashen Hart, the failure, became Ashen Hart, the wretched. The unkillable. From a discarded pawn to the final hope of mankind. And when it was over—when even the gods had fallen— he was left alone. At his dying breath, the Earth’s spirit, Miratheris, answered his plea. She rewound time, giving him one last shot. But not without a price. She kept his memories intact… and delayed their return just enough so his younger self could bear the weight. Ashen’s second life begins now— and the monsters, both within and beyond, are about to learn what regret truly feels like. ═══⟲══════⟲══════⟲═══ All chapters are unlocked.
Fantasy
380 Chs
Is this poem a song poem, or what
This poem was called 'Broken Chapter'. It was not a Song Ci, but a poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Zhihuan. The full text of the poem is as follows: Deng yuquelou The white sun is leaning against the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea current. I want to see a thousand miles and climb another level. The wind and rain in the pavilion at night, the rooster crows, the mountain is clearer. When the truth comes out, I still hear the names of ancient people. broken chapter It's better to put away the beautiful bones in the brocade bag and wave the pure land to cover the romantic mood. Although this life is short, I have experienced many things. As a guest in a foreign land, it is also my hometown.
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2024-09-14 23:47
Changle song ancient poem
The Song of Eternal Joy was a folk song of the Han Dynasty, depicting the beauty of spring and the short life. In the poem, the sunflower and morning dew in the garden were used as a metaphor to express the truth that life was short. The poem began by describing the beautiful scenery of the early morning. The sunflowers were green and flourishing, and the morning dew was crystal clear. However, as the sun rose, the morning dew would soon dry up. The poem also mentioned the spring of Budeze, where all things were radiant, but autumn would definitely come, and the sunflower would wither. The last two lines of the poem warned people to cherish their youth and work hard, because if they did not work hard when they were young, they would only feel sad when they were old. This poem depicted the natural scenery and implied that life was short. It called on people to cherish time and work hard.
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2024-12-25 04:16
Is it the name of the poem or the name of the song?
Shanpo Yang was the name of the song, also known as "Shanpo Liyang" and "Su Wu Chijie". It was the earliest name of the song during the Song and Yuan Dynasties. It was popular in the Yuan Dynasty and Ming Dynasty. There were northern songs and southern songs.
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2026-03-20 16:29
A rhythmic ancient poem song
From the reference materials, some ancient poems had been composed into songs, some of which had a strong sense of rhythm. For example, Li Qi's " Journey to the Ancient Army " and so on. His frontier fortress poems had a sense of rhythm. Although it was not explicitly stated that it was composed into songs, it had such potential from the characteristics of its poetry. In addition, after the Han Yuefu's "Long Song Journey" was composed into a song, it might also have a certain sense of rhythm. If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll be sad when you're old. It's simple and powerful with a clear rhythm. There was also Wang Wei's " Birdsong Stream " that was composed into a song. From the original poem, its concise sentence structure might also give the song a sense of rhythm. In addition, after the poems of Su Shi and Li Yu were adapted into songs, such as Su Shi's "Shuidiao Getou·When Will the Bright Moon Appear", they might also show a sense of rhythm when singing. There were also some songs in the ancient style song list, such as "Tilting Cup" and "Red Wish". Although they were not directly adapted from ancient poems, they had a strong ancient charm and strong rhythm. They could be used as a reference to feel the combination of the charm and rhythm of ancient poems. The novel "Song of Everlasting Sorrow: Morning and Evening" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
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2026-03-08 03:33
A poem written by Lin Daiyu in the Dream of the Red Chamber, a Ci poem, and a Song poem.
The poem written by Lin Daiyu in Dream of the Red Chamber: [Song of Burial of Flowers] Lin Daiyu Flowers wither, flowers fly, the sky is red, the fragrance disappears, who can pity? The gossamer gently hangs on the spring pavilion, and the falling catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtains. In the boudoir, the daughter cherishes the sorrow of spring and evening, and has no place to release it. Hand hoe out of the embroidered curtain, bear to step on the fallen flowers to come and go. Willow silk and elm pod are fragrant and beautiful, regardless of peaches floating and Li Fei; Peaches and plums can bloom again next year, who knows who will be in my boudoir next year? In March, the fragrant nest has been built. The swallows between the beams are too heartless! Next year, although the flowers can be pecked, but no one will leave the beam empty nest. Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword, the sword When will the bright and beautiful beauty drift away, hard to find? Flowers bloom, easy to see, difficult to find, in front of the steps, worrying about killing the person who buried the flower I lean on my hoe alone, tears streaming down my face, blood on the branches above. The cuckoo is speechless, at dusk, carrying a hoe and returning to close the heavy door; The blue lamp shines on the wall, and the man is sleeping. Cold rain knocks on the window, and the quilt is not warm. Why do you blame me? half for pity and half for vexation. Love spring suddenly to anger suddenly to go to, but also silent to go not heard. Last night's sad song outside the court was the soul of flowers and birds? Flower soul, bird soul is always difficult to stay, birds are silent, flowers are ashamed; May I have wings today and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. Where is the fragrant mound at the end of the sky? It's better to put away the beautiful bones in a brocade bag and cover the romantic atmosphere with a handful of pure land. The quality of the original clean to clean, but also clean to go, but also strong than the mud into the ditch. Now that you're dead, I don't know when I'll be buried. I'm burying flowers now, people laugh at me for being silly. Who will bury me in another year? Look at the fading flowers in spring, when beauty dies of old age; Once spring is over, the beauty and the old flowers fall, and the people die without knowing it!
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2024-09-17 22:37
A poem describing a mountain, a song of 30 words
The towering mountain towered into the clouds. The mountain peaks were of various shapes and sizes. The mountain wind blew and the clouds curled up. The trees on the mountain were lush and the scenery was beautiful. The spring water flowed through the mountains. The mountain peak was covered in snow. The valley between the mountains was deep. The stream at the foot of the mountain was murmuring. It was a beautiful mountain.
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2024-09-14 19:33
What is a poem or song that tells a story?
One example could be 'The Ballad of John Henry', which tells the story of a steel-driving man's battle against a steam drill.
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2024-10-14 15:47
The original ancient poem of the long song
The original poem of the long song was as follows: The sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew waiting for the sun to dry. In the spring of spring, all things are bright. I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of the yellow flowers will wither. All rivers flow east to the sea. When will they return to the west? If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll be sad when you're old.
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2025-01-08 05:50
Praise the song, the poem is too pleasant
The following are some of the poems that praise the song too well: 1. " The jade on Kunshan is broken, and the phoenix is crying. The lotus is weeping, and the fragrant orchid is smiling." Li He of Tang Dynasty played Li with the harp. This sentence used a unique imagination to compare the sound of music to the shattering of Kunlun Mountain jade, the cry of a phoenix, the weeping of hibiscus, and the laughter of fragrant orchids, vividly depicting the beauty of music. 2. " The courtyard is full of red leaves floating in the poetic realm, and the sound of the zither is dripping from the dark spring." Yongtao's "Wei Chushi Suburban Residence." Through the painting of the red leaves in the courtyard and the sound of the zither that was like a dark spring, the melodious and pleasant sound of the zither was highlighted. 3. " Waving your hand for me is like listening to a pine tree in a thousand valleys." Li Bai of Tang Dynasty played "Listening to Shu Monk Jun Playing the piano." It was written that when the zither player waved his hand and played, it seemed to make people hear the sound of pine trees in thousands of valleys, which reflected the beauty of the song from the side. 4. "This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world?" Du Fu's "Gift to Hua Qing." The poet praised the song with heavenly music, praising the beauty of the song to the extreme, expressing that the song was as pleasant as the heavenly music. 5. "The strings of the strings are suppressed, as if they are complaining about their frustrations in life. Lowering his eyebrows, he continued to play, saying all the infinite things in his heart. Light and light, slowly twirling, rubbing and picking, the first is the sixth after the dress. The sound of the big strings is like the rapid rain, and the sound of the small strings is like a whisper. There was a loud noise, and the pearls fell on the jade plate. The orioles in the pass whisper at the bottom of the flowers, and the deep swallow spring flows under the ice. The icy spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are condensed and cut off. The sound of condensation is not heard for a while. There were other sorrows and hatred. At this moment, silence was better than sound. The silver bottle suddenly burst into water, and the cavalry rushed out with swords and spears. When the tune is finished, the strings are strummed carefully, and the sound of the four strings is like a broken silk." Through the detailed description of the pipa playing, from the changes of the strings, the speed of the rhythm, and many other aspects, the beauty of the song was reflected. While waiting for the TV series, you can also click on the link below to read the classic original work of "Dafeng Nightwatchman"!
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2026-03-24 13:03
Yuan Song's poem "Chrysanthemum"
Yuan Song's "Chrysanthemum" is "Spirit Chrysanthemum planted on the secluded cliff, rising in the cold wind." Spring dew does not dye, autumn frost does not change." The poem depicted chrysanthemums planted on deep cliffs, standing tall and straight in the cold wind. The rain and dew in spring could not dye them, and the frost and snow in autumn could not change the tenacious image of their branches, reflecting the noble and unyielding quality of chrysanthemums standing proudly in the wind and frost. The novel " Mixed Flowers " is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
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2026-03-17 16:04
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