Needless to say, because of that group's participation, the entire poem platform turned into their dominion; writing poems and stroking each other's ego.
On Weibo, the flame war started long ago.
[WTF is this? Good poem? Good my *ss!]
[Very wet[1], definitely wet. It's so wet that I can't bear to look at it.]
[Even professional circle jerks should have a limit. This is jerking it to the milky way!]
[They dared to criticize Y's poem before this. Now that you compare them, Y is like a scholar!]
[Previous poster, you're wrong to say that. Y is a scholar to start with!]
[I can't take it anymore. Someone please get Y out of hiding and compose a few poems so I can wash my eyes. Our Chinese literature is being sullied by these idiots.]
…
Voices of complaints went on. It was no wonder they would bring it to Ye Lingchen's Weibo account.
However, the more dissents there were on the internet, the more it fueled that group's excitement. They had never been so famous. Now that they had the attention of so many people, it was impossible to not feel excited.
They were spreading Chinese culture. They were bringing Chinese poems into the sights of the public!
They instantly felt sacred, as though their shoulders were loaded with heavy responsibilities.
Right then, the WA's Vice-Chairman Huang Lihua, who dissed Celestial Bane online, put forward his opinion once again.
Reading through the criticisms on the internet, his heart already felt annoyed. When he saw so many people bringing up Y's name and claiming that his group's poem was nothing compared to Y, his patience ran out.
What did his association stand for? Bathed in decades of traditional literature, they were the heirs of Chinese literature. How could they be surpassed by a web novel writer?
He could not help but make a post on Weibo:
[Lately, Weibo is becoming lively with people writing poems. Everyone's voices are loud. This represents the rise of Chinese traditional literature, and the phenomenon is inseparable from the hard works of traditional literary scholars. It is a form of recognition for us; one that I'm comforted by! However, I still hear the other voices. On this, I must speak up and say my piece.]
[First, I admit that within our WA, some poems fall short of the standards. However, everyone had to start off as a beginner. For them to present their works to everyone, that takes courage! Secondly, there are plenty of good compositions within our works. For example, Moon, So Bright! by XX WA President; Wind, So Comforting! by XX WA Vice President; Snow, So White! by XX WA[2] Chairman. These compositions are considered classics! Compared to Y's poems, they are much better!] 
He quickly wrote an entire paragraph. With a smug smile on his face, he uploaded it to Weibo.
As expected, once it was uploaded, the views skyrocketed.
[F*ck! So shameless! What does the rise of traditional literature have to do with them?]
[Please check the facts. It's because of Y's poem that triggered this event alright?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. This bugger is feeding us bullsh*t. Please get Y to save me…]
…
Meanwhile, a few other major WA members started to reply to the post.
[Thank you, Chairman Huang. Your poem, Flower, So Beautiful! is the true classic.]
[Chairman Huang's words resonate deeply with me. That's the truth!]
[Chairman Huang's summary is very accurate. However, I need to add on a little bit.] Right then, another vice-chairman of the WA came forward and interjected, [Many people are still tagging Y, asking for him to compose a poem. Seeing that, I feel that it's laughable. These people don't understand poems at all!]
[When it comes to writing poems, apart from talent, one would also require inspiration. As the saying goes, the abundance of the heart leads to the spring of ideas. Our poems were all born through trials, tribulations, along with the right environment for its conception. These people tagged Y to call him out, but did he show himself? Not at all! Are they expecting him to create a poem on the fly? Based on his talents, I'm sorry, that's impossible!]
[Chairman Shi is right, it makes sense!]
[Hahaha, that's right. You see lately Y hasn't been showing himself. You want him to compose a poem? Wait on!]
[Straight to the point, as expected of the chairman. Since when was writing a poem easy? If he can compose one, I'll eat three pounds of poop!]
Members of the WA continued to sing their praises.
[I can't take it anymore, I need to escape. These people are too much.]
[At least I feel that Y's poems are a hundred times better than theirs. Shameless bunch!]
[Even a scumbag is not as scummy as them. They're the best... at losing themselves in their boast.]
However, quite a number of people were shaken. After all, the WA was the authority in such issues, making it easier for them to be convincing.
[Guys, let's not argue. The WA has their point too. How can he just compose a poem on the fly?]
[I think these chairmans' poems are quite good. They read well.]
[Most of Y's die-hard fans can't recognize reality and live in their own dream world.]
[Hehe, a lot of people refuse to believe it. Why don't you get Y to show himself? I don't need him to compose a poem on the fly. If he can compose a poem that everyone likes within three days, I'll submit to him!] Chairman Shi grew more prideful as he typed. [I'll bet that he won't dare to show himself!]
At first, Ye Lingchen was only there to watch the drama and did not consider taking part. However, the flames of war had mysteriously latched onto him.
Ye Lingchen's heart was unaffected by the provocations, but rather, it brought him a slight twinge of excitement.
These people were delivering popularity right to his doorsteps!
It was originally a trivial matter, but they managed to blow it to the point of being the top search result. That was a major assistance for him.
'F*ck! What wonderful people!'
'I don't dare to show myself? Why won't I, the prodigy, show myself?'
'Since you're forcing me to compose a poem, then I'll have to take you up on it.'
Without hesitation, Ye Lingchen announced on Weibo. [Is composing a poem on the fly that difficult?]
In just a simple sentence, but it sent Weibo into a frenzy in an instant.
[F*ck! Novel Y replied immediately?]
[OMG, OMG! It's going to be another bloodbath!]
[You see that tone. Y is going to compose a poem on the spot?]
[Y, you're too impulsive. The opposing party is obviously trying to agitate you and have you embarrass yourself.]
[Y, let's ignore them. Why should you compose a poem on the fly for them? We need time too!]
At the same time, Capital University's Professor Wan Yun was also following this incident. After seeing Novel Y making a statement, he unwittingly frowned his brows. That was just too impulsive! Composing a poem on the spot was no different from the seven-step verse[3]. Even the legends of ancient times were awed by such a feat. How was it possible for those in the modern age?
Ye Lingchen ignored the excited crowd, but instead closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts for a moment before typing on his computer.
[The first poem, on wind.]
[Lyrics to the Melody of Green Jadeite Bowl-New Year's Night
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees,
As if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
Precious horses and lavish carriages go by leaving a scented trail.
Phoenix flutes music perform as the timekeeper witnesses the turning of hours,
Throughout the night lanterns in the shape of fish and dragons dance and gyrate.
Golden are the willowy tassels of her butterfly hairpin,
Among giggles and chatters, her scent is fading away.
In the crowd, I look for her presence everywhere time and again,
Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there,
Where lights are dim and faint[4].]
...
[1] 好湿 (Hao Shi / very wet) and 好诗 (Hao Shi / good poem) sound the same.
[2] XX WA- In raw, the author did not put XX City or XX District, so we just went with XX. WA over here is the acronym for Writer's Association.
[3] The Seven-step verse tells the story of a genius scholar in classical literature who was issued an ultimatum: Compose a poem within 7 steps or be executed. The scholar managed to recite a poem consisting of four verses with five chinese characters in each line.
[4] The translation of this poem is sourced from https://28utscprojects.wordpress.com/2011/10/01/s202/


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

A sonnet is a lyric poem consisting of a single stanza of fourteen iambic pentameter lines linked by an intricate rhyme scheme. There are two major patterns of rhyme in sonnets written in the English language:
The Italian or Petrarchan sonnet (named after fourteenth-century Italian poet Petrarch) falls into two main parts: an octave (eight lines) rhyming abbaabba followed by a sestet (six lines) rhyming cdecde or some variant, such as cdccdc. Petrarch's sonnet was first imitated in England, by Thomas Wyatt in the early sixteenth century. The earl of surrey and other English experimenters in the sixteenth century also developed a stanza form called the English sonnet, or else the Shakespearean sonnet. This sonnet falls into three quatrains and a concluding couplet: abab cdcd efef gg.
After Wyatt and surrey, the sonnet was neglected for a number of years tills sir Philip Sidney resuscitated the dying form by composing one hundred and eight sonnets and eleven songs all put in astrophel and Stella. After the publication of Sidney's astrophel and Stella there was a rich harvest of sonnets procured by a host of writers of whom Spenser and Shakespeare are worthy of detailed consideration. Spenser composed eighty-eight sonnets of love and addressed them to Elizabeth boyle and have been given the name amoretti.
Shakespeare's sonnets, one hundred and fifty-four in number were published in 1609 by Thomas Thorpe. The entire collection of Shakespeare's sonnets consists of two clearly distinguishable series of sonnets. The first series (1-126) is addressed to a youth, and the second series (127-154) is about a certain dark mistress, to whom the poet in some senses loves, or has loved, but whom he also despises, and despises himself for loving.
Shakespeare's best remembered sonnets promise eternal life which is one of the major themes that have encouraged the young man to self-perpetuation through biological reproduction
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. (18.13-14)
 
 
 
 
The 1st seventeen sonnets have come to be known as procreation sonnets because the poet in repeated terms and numerous ways tries to influence the fair young man to accept the fact that he should marry, beget children and he should leave behind his progeny who would carry the lineage of the beauty in this world.
Times constant attack is often what we see in sonnet 2 Shakespeare describes its callous and relentless destruction of beauty. He writes to the fair youth
The youth's proud livery, so gazed on now
Will be tattered weed of small worth held
The poet is lamenting the passing of time and asking his friend to procreate as fairness will fade., beauty will go, time will eat up everything and in 40 years wrinkles will be there and what his friend will answer and as such in sonnet 15, 16, 17  Shakespeare's verse will be a tomb, a memorial containing lifeless body but cannot reflect the reality of a man or woman and combines immortality in and verse that when this youth will be old, if there's a child the youth will live twice as in his own child and in the rhymes and people will believe Shakespeare's rhyme seems the youths beauty to be continued in his child.
The poems temperate subject is first set in a world of extremity, unbalance and temporal decline. just as the soul has "so short a lease" on the fading mansion of the body in sonnets 146, in sonnet 18 "summers lease hath all too short a date" (146.5; 18.4). but the young man will not lose possession of the beauty he owns, unlike the soul or a summers day. Somehow, he will grow "in eternal lines to time" as in sonnet 19 time is personified in a prominent way but in the 13th line  Shakespeare realises it is useless to plead time as the patron will survive as a icon of beauty more than a metaphorical life for in order to reach eternity the visual apparatus of writing must be remembered who speaks the poems words.
Shakespeare provides a ringing endorsement of verse as something better than the gilded monuments of princess in sonnet 55 that the youth will shine in this poems than those stones tat crumble to dust, blackened by time until the judgement day "ending doom" when you are raised up, the youth will live this poetry and in the eyes of lover who  reads this.
 
Shakespeare explores the proposition that whatever he feels for his friend may be preserved through the literary art of poetry by eternalising his memory, immortalising it that in sonnet 60 by describing the ravages of time that it devours the choicest specimens of natures but yet his verses will last into the future praising his worth despite times cruel hand and eventually in sonnet 63 as he defends himself against the cruel knife of time, ensuing that he never cuts from his memory the beauty of his sweet love even if time takes his lovers life.
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
Demonstrates the power to live and breathe beyond the page and thus to survive.
The "confined doom" of sonnet 107 may also be a place: the small tomb or grave assigned to the poet's love, the young man. But now, "my love looks fresh," treated it seems "with the drops of this balmy time." And so, "thou in this shalt find thy monument" (107.4, 9-10). The aristocratic beloved will be embalmed in effect and placed in the expansive mausoleum of the poet's words, not in a confined grave.
Shakespeare also explores the idea that love, as an ideal that is inviolable and impervious to times erosive effects, thus in sonnet 115, Shakespeare explains that his earlier sonnets were overwhelmed by the fear of times tyranny ( alas, why, fearing of times tyranny,") and too little aware of the continually growing and counteracting power of love to outlive time, and eventually in sonnet 116 Shakespeare returns to the same theme, explains that "love is not love/which alters when it alteration finds," and he refers to it as "an ever fixed mark".
The image of ideal love that the poet feels towards the fair youth stands in direct contrast to the lustful love the poet feels towards the dark lady, where the lust is transient and inevitably passes with time, but the pure and ideal love that the poet feels towards the fair youth, is capable of evading times tyranny and surviving for eternity
Shakespeare's sonnets are still fervently read today, four centuries after they were published, is testament to the ability of poetry to transcend time and his poetry still remains to recount the story of his love for youth. Moreover, the fact that many essays about the fair youth and his immortalisation have been written in the centuries since Shakespeare's death demonstrates that the youth's legacy still survives as he himself wrote
"so long as men can breathe or eyes can see," (sonnet 18).



"You have a poem for us, Prof. Dog?" I was surprised by his sudden mention of poetry. I didn't think he was into that.
"Why yes! I brought a book with me." Prof. Dog pulled out Flowers of Evil. "Poetry is good with tea, woof. I will read to you a poem as you drink."
"Charles Baudelaire?" Isuru said after glancing at the cover.
"Yes, woof. A fine poet he was." He opened the book to a random page, cleared his throat and began:
beds of subtle fragrance shall be ours,
soft divans far deeper than a tomb,
fairer climes shall yield mysterious flowers
- flowers which for us were made to bloom.
After the first few lines of the poem, I was drawn by it. I found it sweet and romantic.
lavishing our final amorous hours there,
our flaming hearts shall merge and loom
in the twin mirrors of these souls of ours
- torches vast which side by side consume.
My eyes began to widen.
then some evening, rose and mystic blue,
charged with the sobbing woe of our adieu,
Love shall links us in one lightning-spark;
I looked at Isuru and began thinking about the future. We were putting our lives on the line just to stop Mako. How will our story come to an end? Will it be as tragic as the death of the lovers in the poem?
Prof. Dog recited the last verse:
later, shall the faithful angel fling
all the portals wide, illumining
the flameless torches and the mirrors dark.
He then closed the book. "So, do you like it, woof? It's called 'The Death of Lovers'."
Isuru sighed while I looked down sullenly.
"You have no taste in poems, woof."
Isuru glanced at me then back at Prof. Dog. "You could have at least chosen a happier one, Dog."
"You won't find any happy poems in this book, except maybe the wine poems, woof."
Isuru sighed.
After having our meals, Isuru and I parted ways with Prof. Dog.
I was still down about the poem as we walked by the river towards the bookshop. When we were halfway there, I suddenly stopped walking.
Isuru followed and looked back at me. "What's wrong?"
"Isuru, do you get the feeling that..." I stopped midsentence.
"That the poem was made for us or something?"
I nodded.
Isuru's calm gaze fell on the crimson flowers, the ones I noticed earlier that day. "The poem did sound it."
He plucked out a flower. "Fairer climes shall yield mysterious flowers."
"... flowers which for us were made to bloom," I continued.



"Aqua Chrysalis houses the most bizarre tenants who call each other by their animal code names. In this jungle of a building.I hate humans.

One moment they say they like something. Then, the next moment they say they hate it.

One moment they get along. The next moment they fight.

They're hopeless, hypocritical beings who are proud and weak.

They continue to hurt people. To destroy what they have in their hands.

In an endless cycle.

That's why I decided not to make any friends.

My name is Butterfly.

Well actually, my name is really Cho. My name means 'Butterfly', so people started calling me that. Since when? I don't remember.

I think the name suits me. Butterflies silently flutter about from flower to flower, watching the world unfold as time moves forward. And keeping distance from interfering in the business of others.

That is the kind of person I am."

After the Norman conquest of England in 1066, the written form of the Anglo-Saxon language became less common. Under the influence of the new aristocracy, French became the standard language of courts, parliament, and polite society. As the invaders integrated, their language and literature mingled with that of the natives, and the Norman dialects of the ruling classes became Anglo-Norman. From then until the 12th century, Anglo-Saxon underwent a gradual transition into Middle English. Political power was no longer in English hands, so that the West Saxon literary language had no more influence than any other dialect and Middle English literature was written in the many dialects that corresponded to the region, history, culture, and background of individual writers.[19]

In this period religious literature continued to enjoy popularity and Hagiographies were written, adapted and translated: for example, The Life of Saint Audrey, Eadmer's (c. 1060 – c. 1126).[20] At the end of the 12th century, Layamon in Brut adapted the Norman-French of Wace to produce the first English-language work to present the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.[21] It was also the first historiography written in English since the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle.


Middle English Bible translations, notably Wycliffe's Bible, helped to establish English as a literary language. Wycliffe's Bible is the name now given to a group of Bible translations into Middle English that were made under the direction of, or at the instigation of, John Wycliffe. They appeared between about 1382 and 1395.[22] These Bible translations were the chief inspiration and cause of the Lollard movement, a pre-Reformation movement that rejected many of the teachings of the Roman Catholic Church.

Another literary genre, that of Romances, appears in English from the 13th century, with King Horn and Havelock the Dane, based on Anglo-Norman originals such as the Romance of Horn (ca. 1170),[23] but it was in the 14th century that major writers in English first appeared. These were William Langland, Geoffrey Chaucer and the so-called Pearl Poet, whose most famous work is Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.[24]

Langland's Piers Plowman (written ca. 1360–87) or Visio Willelmi de Petro Plowman (William's Vision of Piers Plowman) is a Middle English allegoricalnarrative poem, written in unrhymed alliterative verse.[25]

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is a late 14th-century Middle English alliterative romance. It is one of the better-known Arthurian stories of an established type known as the "beheading game". Developing from Welsh, Irish and English tradition, Sir Gawain highlights the importance of honour and chivalry. Preserved in the same manuscript with Sir Gawayne were three other poems, now generally accepted as the work of the same author, including an intricate elegiac poem, Pearl.[26] The English dialect of these poems from the Midlands is markedly different from that of the London-based Chaucer and, though influenced by French in the scenes at court in Sir Gawain, there are in the poems also many dialect words, often of Scandinavian origin, that belonged to northwest England.[26]


Middle English lasted until the 1470s, when the Chancery Standard, a London-based form of English, became widespread and the printing press started to standardise the language. Chaucer is best known today for The Canterbury Tales. This is a collection of stories written in Middle English (mostly in verse although some are in prose), that are presented as part of a story-telling contest by a group of pilgrims as they travel together from Southwark to the shrine of St Thomas Becket at Canterbury Cathedral. Chaucer is a significant figure in the development of the legitimacy of the vernacular, Middle English, at a time when the dominant literary languages in England were still French and Latin.

At this time, literature in England was being written in various languages, including Latin, Norman-French, and English: the multilingual nature of the audience for literature in the 14th century is illustrated by the example of John Gower (c. 1330 – October 1408). A contemporary of William Langland and a personal friend of Chaucer, Gower is remembered primarily for three major works: the Mirroir de l'Omme, Vox Clamantis, and Confessio Amantis, three long poems written in Anglo-Norman, Latin and Middle English respectively, which are united by common moral and political themes.[27]

Significant religious works were also created in the 14th century, including those of Julian of Norwich (ca. 1342 – ca. 1416) and Richard Rolle. Julian's Revelations of Divine Love (about 1393) is believed to be the first published book written by a woman in the English language.[28]

A major work from the 15th century is Le Morte d'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory, which was printed by Caxton in 1485.[29]This is a compilation of some French and English Arthurian romances, and was among the earliest books printed in England. It was popular and influential in the later revival of interest in the Arthurian legends.[30]

Medieval theatre

In the Middle Ages, drama in the vernacular languages of Europe may have emerged from enactments of the liturgy. Mystery plays were presented in the porches of cathedrals or by strolling players on feast days. Miracle and mystery plays, along with morality plays(or "interludes"), later evolved into more elaborate forms of drama, such as was seen on the Elizabethan stages. Another form of medieval theatre was the mummers' plays, a form of early street theatre associated with the Morris dance, concentrating on themes such as Saint George and the Dragon and Robin Hood. These were folk tales re-telling old stories, and the actors travelled from town to town performing these for their audiences in return for money and hospitality.[31]

Mystery plays and miracle plays are among the earliest formally developed plays in medieval Europe. Medieval mystery plays focused on the representation of Bible stories in churches as tableaux with accompanying antiphonal song. They developed from the 10th to the 16th century, reaching the height of their popularity in the 15th century before being rendered obsolete by the rise of professional theatre.[32]


19th century engraving of a performance from the Chester mystery play cycle.

There are four complete or nearly complete extant English biblical collections of plays from the late medieval period. The most complete is the York cycle of 48 pageants. They were performed in the city of York, from the middle of the 14th century until 1569.[33] Besides the Middle English drama, there are three surviving plays in Cornish known as the Ordinalia.[34]

Having grown out of the religiously based mystery plays of the Middle Ages, the morality play is a genre of medieval and early Tudor theatrical entertainment, which represented a shift towards a more secular base for European theatre.[35] Morality plays are a type of allegory in which the protagonist is met by personifications of various moralattributes who try to prompt him to choose a godly life over one of evil. The plays were most popular in Europe during the 15th and 16th centuries.[36]

The Somonyng of Everyman (The Summoning of Everyman) (c. 1509 – 1519), usually referred to simply as Everyman, is a late 15th-century English morality play. Like John Bunyan's allegory Pilgrim's Progress (1678), Everyman examines the question of Christian salvation through the use of allegorical characters.[

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

I woke up to do my quiet time and it was a rainy Sunday. It's raining so hard. The news said Cebu is under signal no. 1.
But who can stop people from worshipping the Lord later? 
I was led to this verse in Mark 4:35-41 where Jesus rebuked the storm. In this story, we learned that God is indeed sovereign in every storm in our life. He is in control and can even stop it as He wishes.
Then I remembered our moments with Rachel last night and I jokingly said to myself, "Who can stop me also about my feelings for her? Maybe not even a storm."
I made another poem for her:
As the rain falls gently from the sky 
My heart is beating and I don't know why
Maybe I was just worried about you
If the rain touches on you too
I wish I could be an umbrella you can hide on
Or be your shelter when there is a typhoon
Coz I'll protect you from them all
Until the last raindrop will fall
After that, I went to The Way Fellowship early because it's our schedule in Kid's church. I need also to be early because the church was relocated farther than where it was in Miracle Hotel.
**********
When I arrived, Martha was there, who volunteered to help my team also is very early. We talked about how happy I am when I was with Rachel last night.
"How is she now? Will she come again on the third service? I want to join you both in the service," I happily said. 
"Oh, she will not come to the church today because she will be busy this week. They might close at midnight because they have a big demand in the shop," she said.
I was planning to visit her after church as this would be another opportunity that I could gain again friendship with her. So right after I attended the second service, I went straight to their shop.
It's still raining so hard and because of that, I have a reason to tell her that I just need shelter because of the storm.
So the plan pushed through. I dropped at the entrance of the shop and I saw her and she also noticed me.
"Jacob, what are you doing here?" she asked. 
"Hmm.. can I stay here for a while? I just wait for the rain to slow down," I answered. 
"Sure, come inside and sit there on the bench," she said.
We did not have many conversations because she was so busy. But in spite of that, for me it was precious. A time spent with her is like a treasure of gold. A time of being with her is a time well spent. I will not exchange it with something else.
I saw how hardworking she was. Even she just wearing ordinary attire, she is still lovely. I think Rachel is more beautiful when she is simple. When the rain slowed down, I bid farewell to her and we even exchanged numbers because I insisted.
I went home with hearts full because I created another moment with her.
**********
Then Friday came. It's time for the singles gathering again. I need to be there early because it's my turn to speak. I need to prepare myself and review my slides and also rehearse what I will say.
I arrived there early in the church and Ian prayed for me in the corner. I really needed that so that I will be filled with the Holy Spirit when I speak and the anointing will flow upon me.
Then it's my time for me to deliver my message. My message was centered on Matthew 12:34 - 
"For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks"
It means that whatever you are pre-occupied with, that is what you always say. If you are preoccupied with the things about God, about spiritual things, the words you also say bring blessings.
If the things that preoccupy you are about trash, evil thoughts, curses, then what you will say are just like that.
So it's the best indicator of what's in your heart the things you say or post in social media.
When I thought about that, I reflect on myself what occupies me? Aside from God, of course, its Rachel. It's what I always I write in my poems. Poems are my outlets on what I will say if cannot say it directly.
But what if? What if I should tell Rachel now what I feel? This burden in my heart, I cannot contain it anymore. I don't need poems anymore just to express what I feel. I need to tell her right after this singles gathering. I need to tell her right after my speech.
**********
So I pushed through with my plan. I went without hesitation to her workplace. I know she is still there late at night because they have a high demand right now that they need to work until midnight.
So I went there a few meters from the shop. I've waited for her to go outside maybe she will take a break.
I rehearsed in mind what I am going to say. I waited there for so long already, but no signs of her coming. It's almost midnight and they are going to close in a few minutes.
Then someone went out, it was her, Rachel. She is going to close the shop now. So I went towards her immediately.
"Hi Rachel, it seems you had so much load today," I said. 
"Hey Jacob, what are you doing here late at night?" she said with a shock. 
"Rachel, let me get his straight. I've been praying for you a year already because the first the time that I saw you, you already owned my heart. I know that it's too fast, but I cannot hide my feelings anymore."
She was speechless. I was impulsive. I did not pray about this. I was impatient. But I cannot take back anymore what I said
So she invited me to a convenience store just across their shop. 
"Jacob, I knew already that you like me. Martha told me the day you also shared it with her. But as of this moment, I am not ready to enter a relationship yet. All I want is just friendship," she said.
"Yes, I understand, but can I get to know you more if you let me have a date with you? But of course, you can bring Martha," I replied. 
"I don't know, Jacob, maybe I just pray about it," She said.
Then we talked with each other but just for a few minutes because she needs to go to close their shop. So I left with her the cookies I bought when I was coming for her.
I was happy when finally I confessed to the woman I like my feelings for her. I just need to follow up her if she is open to having a date with her to get to know her more
So the next days were crucial. I always compelled to text her sweet messages, but she has no response.
I even sent the poems I made and send it to her, but still no response.
I even mentioned her about my intention to date her, but she is making excuses.
I don't know is she is just annoyed, but I was just being consistent. I don't want her to think that I am not serious about her. I want to prove to her that I am man enough to back up what I revealed to her.
**********
Weeks and weeks passed by I still asked her to date her through the number she gave me. She keeps making excuses until one day, that Saturday night, she was fed up.
She replied to me, "Jacob, would you please stop this. I said I will not entertain. Honestly, I don't like you. I am always shocked when you always push yourself intentionally before when you want to talk to me. My ideal one should start with friendship."
"I just want to be frank with you so that you will not expect something." she continued.
My heart was torn apart. My world just stopped for a while. I just want to start a friendship with her that is why I want to get to know her through a date because that is the only way I can have a chance.
But I was convicted. I played like a God instead of letting God do the way of letting both of us crossed our paths. I was impulsive and impatient.
What happened is just a mess I created. I will regret this for the rest of my life. I just blew a chance on her and most importantly, I blew up that little step of friendship I had with her.
But I must make up on her on this. Tomorrow is Sunday, I will see her in the church. I need some brainstorming to do again on how I will make up my mistake.

A story of a man who saw this worship singer who sang in their church and he began to fall in love with her.  The man moved heaven and earth just to win her heart, but the woman does not seem to like him.
  
Meet Jacob.  He went back to his hometown in Cebu after his heartbreak in Manila and adjusted a new lifestyle.  He finds another church to worship and serve every Sunday.   
  
While Jacob was attending a worship service, she saw a worship singer that caught his attention and began to have an admiration for her. Her name is Rachel.  He then searches for this girl and does not stop chasing and finding opportunities to be with her, but Rachel shows no interest in him.
  
Would Rachel be impressed by his efforts?  Would she give Jacob a chance to show his adoration for her?  Find out on my novel - When God my showed me you.  A Christian romance novel that shows us that love and patience must go hand in hand.

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In the villa.

Wu Zeqing put the flowers on a table.

Zhang Ye went up to it. "Let me help you with these. Where do you want me to place them?"

Wu Zeqing said, "It's fine. Let's have our breakfast first. If there's no place to put them, then just leave them there or put them out in the garden."

Zhang Ye blinked. "You are so popular."

"They are just gifts from some friends and ex-colleagues," She answered.

Zhang Ye asked, "Oh, they are all wooing you?"

Wu Zeqing brought the milk over and calmly responded, "I don't know about that."

Come on, even a fool could see that! How could you not?

When Zhang Ye heard this, he started to talk badly about them and said, "Say, don't you think a foreign festival like today's really spoils the atmosphere here? What so good about celebrating a day like Valentine's Day anyway?"

"Just sit down and eat." Wu Zeqing smiled. "Big Sis doesn't celebrate Western festivals like this one either."

Zhang Ye lightly slapped his hand on the table. "Right? Things like chocolates and flowers are totally undesirable gifts. We should firmly reject such practices. Just look at Thanksgiving Day last year, when so many of our Chinese nationals were fussing over celebrating it. Even some public figures went about posting on Weibo about what they were thankful for. What are they even thinking!? How did the American festival of Thanksgiving come about? It was because they wanted to thank the Indians for helping them before and so this day was designated as Thanksgiving Day. Who is our country giving thanks to then?! It is totally mindless to celebrate it!"

Wu Zeqing was already laughing, "You seem pretty agitated."

"It's not that I want to step on them, it's really not like that, Sis Wu." Zhang Ye was in fact bashing them using this opportunity. "Such undesirable practices are really making me unable to just look on anymore!"

Wu Zeqing nodded her head slightly. "They shouldn't be promoted."

During the duration of breakfast, Zhang Ye kept talking about and putting down those people with everything he had. He would not be finished until he had buried those people deep into the mud!

After breakfast, yet another courier had arrived sending a package.

After signing for it, Wu Zeqing took it out and saw that it was a calligraphic scroll with a poem written in it.

You are the beautiful Chang'e of the mortal world.

Are the song and dance a reflection of your heart?

The wind I ride on while you steer our direction.

Most beautiful of all is not how the clouds float past.

Loved so deep, you won't need much of those.

Zhang Ye knew at a glance what it was, "An acrostic poem?"

The characters in front formed the sentence - You are the most loved? Bah! How disgustingly vulgar! This was simply too disgustingly vulgar! Zhang Ye was already despising the sender completely and forming opinions of that person!

Wu Zeqing could only laugh lightly and shake her head. She did not say anything else, but just kept the calligraphic scroll aside.

Zhang Ye continued his bashing, "Is that from someone in the Calligraphy Association? The words are just alright, but the standard of this poem is...very normal. It's just a matter of putting it together properly and that doesn't require much skill."

Di di. Wu Zeqing's cell phone received a message and she picked it up to take a look.

Zhang Ye stole a glance, but did not manage to see clearly. Based on the layout of the words, it was probably yet another poem. It seemed like everyone knew that Wu Zeqing liked calligraphy and poems a lot and they were aiming to please her on this Valentine's Day, hoping to win her over!

Old Wu passed the phone over and asked, "What does this poem mean? I don't understand it."

"Oh, let me help you with it." Since this was Zhang Ye's cup of tea, he did not say another word but took the phone and read from it. He said, "It's another acrostic poem, but this one is a little deeper."

Wu Zeqing said, "Acrostic?"

Zhang Ye nodded and read:

"A bit of melancholy over long days and short nights, from high few ever come —The moon."

"One person to cruise the green plains, ten soldiers with their feet growing clothes—Represents."

"The swan spreads its wings, gone is its flight, meaningless to enjoy wine with a white ladle—My"

"Nothing with a hook and three dots of rain—heart."

Using the Chinese characters and the clues in the text, they formed—the moon represents my heart.

Such poems with hidden words or meanings were not a serious kind of literature. Sometimes to make it work, it would have to be forced. The sentences would then become flawed and it was understandable that Old Wu did not catch the meaning of it. This sort of poem was very common in Zhang Ye's previous world, so he knew the meanings behind them almost immediately after reading it.

Wu Zeqing laughed. "You seem to be quite well versed in this field?"

Zhang Ye sighed. "Well, I dare not claim that I am well versed in such things. These kinds of poems are just simple tricks and can't be considered a skill. I've never really learned in depth about them, but I think that I do know it better than them." He had again stepped on Old Wu's pursuers. Even though this bro has not dared to make his move yet, all of you are already confessing one by one?

Shameless!

Do you all still have a shred of humanity left in you!?

Zhang Ye was very angry and worried. Seeing Old Wu's calm demeanor, she probably had to sign for these things every year. There were probably more than ten people trying to woo her at any given time, and that was already a conservative estimate. Old Wu was already in her thirties and was not married and had no children yet. From this reasoning, her family was probably already urging her to do so? Old Wu might also be a little worried because of this? A situation like this made it even more critical! If she were to loosen up a little, she might just end up with someone else after hearing their sweet words and promises. Then Zhang Ye would definitely end up heartbroken and crying. This was the main reason why he was also feeling very worried!

Old Wu went to get a vase.

Zhang Ye followed along and helped her arrange the flowers. He tested her by asking, "Sis Wu, there are so many people wooing you, but it seems like none of them have caught your eye?"

Wu Zeqing replied, "They are not wooing me. They're all just friends and teasing me for fun." 

"You...don't you plan to have a family?" Zhang Ye ventured a little more and asked.

Wu Zeqing looked at him. "Why are you asking about this?"

Zhang Ye smiled. "Sigh, I'm just curious, that's all."

She replied anyway, "Of course I would like to have a family, but I have not met the right person yet. Hur hur. Why? Do you have someone in mind to introduce to me?"

"Ahem. No," Zhang Ye replied.

She said, "Alright, the flowers have been arranged properly."

Zhang Ye said, "...Hmm."

She had already walked in front of him. "Let's go. Let's go upstairs to take a look at your newly published chapter. I'm looking forward to read it."

"Sure." Zhang Ye followed along. "If you still want to read more after you finish this chapter, I will continue to write. I can try to rush out six more chapters today."

Upstairs.

Old Wu's room.

Wu Zeqing switched on her computer and sat down. She launched the browser while Zhang Ye pulled a chair over and sat down. His heart was very unsettled right now.

Old Wu logged onto Weibo first and said, "There's so much activity on here today."

Zhang Ye had a look and felt the same. The internet today was filled with proposals between couples and confessions from secret admirers. There were even some celebrities who were showing their love and affection to others. There was surely a lot of gossip about them while at least two public figures had already been photographed with another mysterious man or woman out on a Valentine's Day date. Wu Zeqing's Weibo also had quite a commotion. As Old Wu was not considered a public figure, she did not have many fans paying attention to her. It was inconspicuous, but Zhang Ye was following her. When he saw many people doing acrostic poems on her Weibo, he was infuriated!

A Weibo verified account of a certain Higher Mathematics teacher from Peking University, Han Henian, also posted a message on her Weibo. He had also dedicated a poem to @WuZeqing.

Leaning on a window I long for a beauty.

Blissful rain and overflowing wine string bead curtains.

Merry dances wave to the elegant figure.

Your smile appears like a flower fairy.

From the top parts of the Chinese characters, it meant—I like you.

Regarding these messages, the common netizens were not too interested in them, but Wu Zeqing's friends and students of Peking University were. They had all gathered at her Weibo page to see what was going on. 

A female student exclaimed, "Wow! Teacher Han has confessed!"

A Physics Department Associate Professor also teasingly gave his blessings, "Wishing Little Han gets to win the maiden's hand. Work hard for it!"

Zhang Ye's colleague, Chinese Department's Su Na also joined in the fun. "Hehe, Teacher Han's courage is admirable. Here's a Like for you. I heard that President Wu will be posted to another place soon, so you had better work hard to win her over!"

The students of Peking University were also shouting all sorts of replies.

"Ah, President Wu is mine!"

"Pfft, previous poster must be crazy. Your balls must be really big!"

"Wu wu, I like President Wu as well. When I graduate and find a job, and if President Wu is still unmarried at that time, I will definitely woo her. Even if I know that President Wu will not have eyes for me, I will still go for it!"

"*cries* President Wu is my goddess!"

"I've also been secretly in love with President Wu for the past three years!"

"President Wu, I love you too!"

"Forget it you guys. At our age, it is definitely not possible."

"Yea. Honestly speaking, Teacher Han Henian, who teaches higher mathematics is more suitable for her. At least they are similar in terms of age and Teacher Han is rather suave looking as well."

"I never expected a math teacher like Teacher Han to have such good literary talent! It's an acrostic poem!"

"Get together!"

"Get together!"

"Get together!"

Some male students cried out in jealousy, while others were shouting their blessings and wishes for the two.

"President Wu is too popular!"

"Yes, just look at how many people are confessing to her!"

Another Weibo verified member of the National Writers' Association, a middle-aged man, had also "transmitted" his love for Wu Zeqing. That person, considered to be rather well known, worked in literature research and probably knew Wu Zeqing in person as well since they might have crossed paths in their work before. He was a divorcee and had a child from his previous marriage.

He posted a poem to Wu Zeqing:

The trees open their eyes.

A kid naps under his roof.

Lacking in conscience.

Sunset with remnant rabbits by the side.

It was acrostic also. The few words represented—regret that we didn't meet sooner.

The middle-aged man from the Writers' Association was still holding back and being a little more subtle than the others. He was already at an age where he wouldn't feel comfortable with expressing those mushy love confessions in public. This was evident in his poem too as it was just a simple hint that still managed to express his admiration of her.

When this poem was published, some other admirers were probably getting anxious by the slew of confessions to Wu Zeqing. They knew they could no longer just sit back, so all of them also joined in to make their confessions. Because Old Wu was also part of these circles, having worked in publicity, education, Peking University's Chinese Department, and was also a member of the Calligraphy Association, the people she knew and mingled with were also part of these circles. These people might not be good at most other things, but coming up with a simple poem was definitely not one of them.

There was poetry everywhere!

A thread of feelings lead to a head of white.

Daily longing expels grief.

Don't blame me for my seeds of infatuation.

Seeing you often in my dreams.

If we were fated.

The distance that keeps us apart is just a thread.

The cherry blossoms bloom in March.

Fruits after autumn are most sweet.

The same old acrostic poems—one day apart seems like three years.

One after the other, wave after wave. There were too many people who were confessing to Wu Zeqing. It felt like they were kicking up a riot, each trying to outdo the other to see who could win the dame's heart.

"What's going on here today?"

"Wow, they are all here trying to woo President Wu?"

"I wonder who President Wu will choose!"

"Looking forward to it."

"I'm getting interested in this too."

"Sis Wu, pick one of them. Hehe, you aren't young anymore."

The goings-on sustained the attention of the students and Old Wu's friends.

......

At home.

Wu Zeqing only smiled and shook her head.

Zhang Ye was looking at her Weibo all this while beside her. He was somewhat angry and frustrated and finally couldn't hold it in anymore. "Sis Wu."

"Yes?" She tilted her head sidewards.

Zhang Ye muttered some words, "So then, let's, you…"

Wu Zeqing gently said, "Just say what you want to say. What's the matter?"

Zhang Ye clenched his teeth, thinking that if he didn’t say anything now, then he would probably not have another chance in this lifetime to say it. By the power of the five times difficulty reduction die! Bestow unto me the courage to do this! Zhang Ye took a deep breath and did not beat around the bush any longer. He looked at Wu Zeqing in the eye and said, "Don't bother with them! Why don't you be my girlfriend instead!"

What the heck!

He finally said it!

When the words slipped out of his mouth, Zhang Ye no longer felt nervous. He wore a serious expression on his face.

But Wu Zeqing only laughed it off. "You are just like them, teasing me."

Zhang Ye said seriously while blushing, "Hey, what do you mean teasing? I am being very serious, Sis Wu."

Wu Zeqing smiled. "I don't see it."

Zhang Ye let himself loose. "Just tell me if you want to or not. "

"You like me?" She looked into Zhang Ye's eyes.

Zhang Ye said without hesitation, "Yes."

Wu Zeqing calmly said, "Big Sis will be leaving for her new post soon. This time, it will be to the south and the workload will surely become heavier. I probably won't be able to come even once a year."

Zhang Ye immediately said, "I don't care if we can see each other or not. Besides that, I could go over to look for you too. A flight there wouldn't take long at all. Moreover, even if you don't come back for a year or five years, I will still wait for you. Distance is not a problem. Sis Wu, I am being quite serious here."

She asked, "What do you like about me?"

Zhang Ye said, "There's no reason why, I just do."

She asked again, "…How much do you like me?"

Just thinking about Wu Zeqing's gentleness and caring side, thinking about how she treated him with so much respect and gave him unconditional support, he wouldn't be able to find a girlfriend like this even in eight lifetimes. So why did he like her that much, was that even a question? When the images of those pursuers of Old Wu composing poems to confess floated across his mind, Zhang Ye's expression began to calm down slowly.

Like?

How much do I like you?

Zhang Ye looked at her and lightly recited a Zen verse that did not exist in this world:

"I'm willing to become the stone bridge.

"Enduring 500 years of the ruthless wind.

"500 years of the burning sun.

"500 years of the freezing rain.

"Just... to catch a glimpse of you passing by."

How much do I like you? I guess it is as much as that!

When this famous Verse of the Stone Bridge was spoken, Wu Zeqing's eyes immediately changed. She was stunned!

500 years in the ruthless wind?

500 years under the burning sun?

500 years of being....beaten by the rain?

Compared to those acrostic poems that Old Wu's pursuers had used to confess with, Zhang Ye's Verse of the Stone Bridge was on a much higher level than theirs. It was already in a different class. Not only was the content and literary standard on a different level, even its meaning and power were incomparable!

There were no sweet words in it!

There were no promises either!

But the emotions in the Zen verse were much more meaningful and amazing than anything those confessions could express with words! 500 years of suffering, just to catch a glimpse of you passing by?

Wu Zeqing closed her eyes and opened them again, asking, "Are you serious?"

Zhang Ye said, "I've never been more serious than I am today!"

After a few seconds of silence, Wu Zeqing simply said, "OK."

"OK?" Zhang Ye was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Wu Zeqing smiled at him, "Weren't you asking Big Sis to be your girlfriend? So I said OK."


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Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

When they heard the command, Fang Yunxiu and Fang Yuxiu were in Fang Jinxiu’s room. Fang Jinxiu had been forbidden from leaving, but her homework could not be delayed, so the sisters went to study at her place.
Fang Jinxiu laughed coldly without saying anything.
Fang Yuxiu thought for a moment, then stood up.
"Eldest Sister, do not go. I will," she suggested.
Fang Yunxiu’s personality was simple and kind. After Fang Jinxiu had the awful fight with Miss Jun, she had specially accompanied Miss Jun out for enjoyment. In the end, Miss Jun had written a ridiculing verse about her in front of a group of the other young misses from official families. The mocking verse had been pasted onto Fang Yunxiu’s back, and she had walked for some time with it before finding out.
Fang Yunxiu had cried and ran off. Although she would not speak ill of Miss Jun, from then on she avoided her as much as possible. 
"You will?" Fang Yunxiu was hesitant and worried.
"Eldest Sister, do not worry about Second Sister. Second Sister is amazing. It’s only people like Jun Zhenzhen who won’t admit that. If Second Sister really wanted to, Jun Zhenzhen would be no match for her," affirmed Fang Jinxiu. "Second Sister, bring out that fierceness and make her see it."
Fang Yunxiu gave way.
"She also would not like to see me. I won’t go," she said. She exhorted, "You must be careful. Accept any slights; do not lower yourself to her level."
Fang Yuxiu smiled and nodded.
Old Lady Fang knew of Miss Jun going outside, but she hadn’t said anything. She accepted the pieces of paper the maidservant handed to her.
"Miss Jun has not written many words. This last month, she has written a few poems," said the maidservant quietly. 
Old Lady Fang took a look over the poems. The handwriting on the drug list was the same, all in beautiful script. The contents were about the sorrow of the changing seasons and the inner feelings for the Tenth Noble Son.
"Put them back," she said, handing them back to the maid. Frowning, she muttered to herselff, "It is better when she isn’t writing such poems."
Such delicate, artificial poems really made one lose their appetite.
...............
When Miss Jun went out, Fang Yuxiu was already standing by the carriage, waiting.
Miss Jun stopped to think. This was the first time she was seeing the daughters of the Fang Family. The original Miss Jun did not have many memories related to these sisters, so when she saw them she felt they were unfamiliar.
Fang Yuxiu was the second daughter born of the legal wife, Lady Fang. She looked like the Lady Fang, gentle and refined. She was the only one in this family who had not been through an experience with Miss Jun.
She seldom appeared in front of Miss Jun.
When she saw Miss Jun arrive, Fang Yuxiu respectfully called out to her.
According to custom, she should be called Little Sister, but Miss Jun had previously not wanted to follow this custom.
Miss Jun returned the nicety, not calling her anything or saying anything.
Fang Yuxiu's expression remained as before. She was not like Fang Jinxiu, who felt that Miss Jun looked down on them and got angry and she was not like Fang Yunxiu who lowered her head and gave way. She did not say anything more and took the initiative to climb into the carriage.
Liu’er motioned to Miss Jun, wanting her to ride a different vehicle, but Miss Jun gestured that she should go on her own. 
"There is no need for another carriage," she said.
Before, Miss Jun would not ride together with the young misses of the Fang Family, so the Fang Family and their personal servants would ride in one vehicle while Miss Jun and her servant girl would ride in another. The other two maidservants would sit in a third carriage.
If Miss Jun rode together with Miss Fang, then the two servant girls and the two maidservants would be crammed into the other carriage.
"Since we are to be family, this is much more intimate," added Miss Jun.
Yes, if they were putting on an act, they had to go all in.
Liu’er understood, nodding at Miss Jun.
"Young Miss, just relax. I know what to do," she said in a low voice.
She turned and walked several step backward, pulling on Fang Yuxiu’s servant girl.
"Big Sister, let’s sit together," she said, sugar-sweet.
Fang Yuxiu’s servant girl almost somersaulted in shock.
Fang Yuxiu, already in the carriage, remained unperturbed. A sneer flitted across her face. She looked at the approaching Miss Jun and gave her own servant girl a look. The servant girl left with Liu’er.
Toward Miss Jun’s sitting arrangement, Fang Yuxiu was not the slightest bit surprised. She acted as if this had always been the case. After they had all been settled, the two vehicles made their way out through the gates.
The Fang Residence was located in the business district, which was also the busiest place. It didn’t take long for them to reach a major road after leaving the gates, and a steady clamor fell around them.
Miss Jun lifted the carriage curtains with interest, taking a look around.
At present, business and official families were located in clearly demarcated districts. Although the Fang Family’s residence was beautiful, Miss Jun had always felt ashamed of walking out, afraid of being seen by others. She was always itching to completely cover the carriage.
Lifting the curtains like this to look at the streets was a new occurrence.
It was like she was putting on a show of accepting her status as a woman of a merchant family.
Fang Yuxiu’s expression was warm as she poured some tea.
"Would Miss Jun like to drink some tea?" she asked.
Miss Jun did not rebuff Fang Yuxiu’s offer and set down the curtains to hold her teacup.
"Where are we going first?" she asked.
It was rare that Miss Jun would take the initiative to ask for the thoughts of sisters of the Fang Family. However, Fang Yuxiu remained unflappable, as if they always interacted like this.
"We will need to buy jewelry and hair ornaments, so we should go to the Jin Hall first." She did not brush off the question, and instead seriously proposed an idea.
Buying those things were just a cover. The end goal was to go to the large pharmacy.
Miss Jun smiled and nodded.
Fang Yuxiu called out instructions to the outside of the carriage. Soon, it stopped.
"Is this alright with you?" asked Fang Yuxiu as she pointed to something outside the curtains.
Miss Jun gave it a cursory glance. This Jin Hall was decorated in a dazzling fashion. There were many people coming in and out. Obviously, this was a famous shop.
Miss Jun noncommittally nodded and was the first to get off the carriage.
Running up to help her down was Liu’er, who quietly tugged on her sleeve.
"Young Miss, there are many people here," she said quietly.
"So what if there are many people here?" asked Miss Jun.
Liu’er turned back to look at Fang Yuxiu, who was currently getting off the carriage.
She was thinking of saying that entering and exiting with the young miss of the Fang Family would be shameful and would damage Young Miss’s face, but when she thought of how Young Miss said they must pretend they are intimate with the Fang Family, she choked down her words.
"There are many people, many people makes it busy," she tittered.
Miss Jun smiled and did not say anything else. Fang Yuxiu was also smiling.
Yes, it was very busy when there were a lot of people.
Their entrance into the Jin Hall caused a disturbance.
On one hand, the Fang Family was a big presence in Yangcheng. On the other, because of recent trends, there were young misses from government and scholarly families out choosing jewelry, as well as rich young misses of merchant families. Miss Jun had made extensive acquaintances throughout Yangcheng, so there were a number of people who recognized her. Soon, everybody knew.
The attention of people in the Jin Hall immediately concentrated around her.
This was the first time that Miss Jun had gone outside with Jun Zhenzhen’s identity. Her memories told her that the young misses of Yangcheng held respectful and admiring fondness for her. She didn’t know whether those memories were mistaken or not, or if because of the rumors, everybody’s opinions had changed.
But when she recalled these memories, she sneered.
This stupid child.
No matter how hard it was, to be alive was always a happy thing.
Miss Jun laughed. She did not say anything or paid it any more attention.
"Miss Jun, what do you think of this?" Fang Yuxiu was warm and kind as she pointed to an accessory held by one of the store employees.
Miss Jun gave it a look.
"Not nice," she said.
Fang Yuxiu anticipated as much. With a smile, she gestured for the employee to change it for another one.
Miss Jun was picky another three, four times until something caught her eye.
"This one," she said, pointing.
There was another hand pointing at it at the moment.
"I want this one," said a female voice at the same time.
Miss Jun felt a fragrance assail her face and turned to see a girl standing next to her.
The girl was sixteen or seventeen years old and was very beautiful.
Zuo Yanzhi.
Miss Jun’s memories immediately flashed through her mind without any fuzziness or delay. These memories were much clearer than the ones she had about the Fang Family.
This was not because Miss Zuo was one of the young misses of the official families that Miss Jun so favored, but rather because her great-aunt was Old Madam Ning.
She was a relative of the Ning Family.
And just because she was a relative of the Ning Family, Jun Zhenzhen endeavored to associate with her. However, Miss Zuo had avoided her.
If she could have gotten Miss Zuo to talk to her of her own initiative, Jun Zhenzhen would have definitely been very pleased.
Miss Jun smiled and pulled back her hand and pointed at another piece.
"I want that one," she said.
Just as she changed where she was pointing, Zuo Yanzhi also moved her hand.
"I also want this one," she said.
Everybody saw what was going on. The atmosphere in the Jin Hall grew tense.
Fang Yuxiu stood next to Miss Jun, silent as a quail.
"Miss Zuo, what do you mean by this?" asked Miss Jun, neither angry nor backing off.
"Nothing. I just want to buy these accessories," said Miss Zuo with a smile.
 


Jiuling was once the daughter of the crown prince, the princess of a nation. She specialized in medicine and incredibly intelligent, and yet she was murdered. After her death, she actually ended up reincarnated into the body of a distressed orphan girl, Jun Zhenzhen. One of these days, Jiuling was going to go back to her killer and get revenge. However, she had urgent matters at hand that needed tending to, trouble of which was left to her by the previous owner of Jun Zhengzhen.

Jun Zhenzhen was a simple-minded person, an unruly and distressed orphan girl. She hoped to rely on the marriage that her grandfather had arranged and marry the perfect husband in the hearts of many women - the young master of the Ning family. However, the Ning family completely abandoned her and was unwilling to go through with their arranged marriage. Furious, Jun Zhenzhen wanted to pretend to hang herself, but she ended up really dying. Thus, arrived Jiuling.

Having taken Jun Zhenzhen's body, Jiuling quick-wittedly resolved the difficult situation and saved the Ning family from embarrassment and also stood up for herself. Unfortunately, this little feat was just the first step on her long road to accomplishing her revenge...

"Lord Gu Masters, please come in!" The waiter bent his back as he invited Hua Song and An Chong into the shop.
"This is a famous teahouse of the capital city, it is very crowded, I have come here many times in the past." Hua Song transmitted as he explained to An Chong.
The two had disguised as Gu Masters as they came to the capital city of Profound Literature grotto-heaven.
An Chong was more willing to observe the capital city from above the clouds. But since Hua Song had such interests, he could only accompany the person who invited him.
"I want a table on the fifth floor." Hua Song was very familiar with this place.
The two came to the fifth floor, they entered the room and saw through the windows that the streets were bustling with people outside, the street with the bronze gate where the first round of the competition was held was completely packed with people.
"These are the current generation scholars of my Profound Literature grotto-heaven, they are the hope of our future as well. Please observe." Hua Song sighed as he handed a rank five investigative Gu worm to An Chong, it could observe the target's talent qi.
An Chong took a look and used it immediately, his field of vision changing immediately. He could now see the talent qi above the heads of countless scholars. These talent qi had all sorts of colors, some were taller than others, they all had different forms, it was an eye-opener.
"Since you have such a Gu worm to observe talent qi, what is the point of holding this competition?" An Chong asked.
Hua Song chuckled: "You might not know, talent qi is like cultivation level, even if one possesses a larger talent qi, they might not be able to use it properly in actual competition. Furthermore, this competition requires them to make poems on the spot, they cannot cheat. We want to test the upbringing of these scholars, some who have abundant talent qi might not have sufficient inspiration to create the highest quality poems."
An Chong nodded: "I see that the formations here are interlinked, they are able to amplify the creative thinking of the scholars?"
Hua Song nodded: "Indeed, you are very perceptive! Within the immortal formation, scholars are able to display greater abilities than usual, they will make full use of their talents."
As they spoke, the door was knocked.
After getting Hua Song's permission, the waiter brought over an array of dishes and wine.
"Eight treasure duck, golden thread crispy sparrow, panda crab meat, they are all signature dishes of our teahouse, please enjoy the food." The waiter said.
Hua Song gave the waiter one primeval stone as a tip before he left the room.
Hua Song explained to An Chong: "Envoy, even though the tea here is mortal tea, it was created by Lord Hua Yu in his youth, when he was still a rank four Gu Master, he became the top scholar and thus this tea was named by him as the top scholar tea."
"Oh?" An Chong became interested now, this was the creation of a rank eight Gu Immortal in his youth.
"Then I will have to savor this well." An Chong drank it, he shut his eyes as he tasted the tea, in a daze, he felt a rush of excitement in his heart, it was as if he had attained success after decades of hard work, he finally gained the reputation and fame that he deserved, life was at its peak!
"Good tea, good tea." An Chong praised sincerely: "Even though this is a mortal tea, it has a trace of human path ingenuity within it!"
During the fate war, Central Continent's Heavenly Court used multiple human path killer moves with shocking power, the entire world knew about it. Thus, human path became renowned in the world, everyone knew about it.
While the two immortals were enjoying their tea, the bronze gate of the first competition ground opened slowly.
The crowd of people waiting before the gate erupted into a huge commotion.
"It's opening, it's opening!"
"Don't squeeze."
"Quickly let me in."
The crowds charged through the gate.
Li Xiao Bai was among them, but he was at the back instead.
He moved along with the people as he analyzed the rules of this competition.
"The world poetry competition has eighteen rounds, each one has a question, everyone has to answer it, regardless of how many people, their final product will be assessed and only half will be able to pass."
"Towards the later rounds, the numbers will continue being halved. Like this, once someone passes all eighteen rounds, they will fulfill the condition."
"If someone fails once, they will have to return to the previous round. If they keep losing and fall out of the first round, they will be out."
"However, this poetry competition will last for seven days. Everyone has three opportunities to try even if they get kicked out of the first round."
"This way, Profound Literature grotto-heaven will be able to pick the most eligible Gu Immortal seeds. Even if someone makes a mistake, they will have a chance to try again. But if any scholar fails to perform throughout the seven days, it will mean that they are not up to standard, they are not qualified to receive the grotto-heaven's help to become an immortal."
Li Xiao Bai retracted his thoughts, he had already arrived at the first arena.
The arena was large but packed with scholars.
There were males and females, young and old, the number of people exceeded the thousands.
This was just the first day.
Li Xiao Bai waited for another fifteen minutes in the arena before all of the scholars had joined the first round.
There was truly a sea of people, the liveliness was overwhelming.
Thankfully, the first arena was an immortal formation space, it could expand casually and hold so many scholars without problems.
Bang… bang… bang!
As the drums rolled, a voice was transmitted into the scholars' minds: "World poetry competition, first question — Spring, the time limit is five minutes."
After saying that, the voice vanished.
"The first question is spring?"
Many scholars frowned while many scholars showed happy expressions.
Li Xiao Bai thought to himself: "There are simply too many spring poems in existence, this question seems really easy. After all, most scholars would have some sort of verses related to this theme. Even though the world poetry competition requires the creation of poems on the spot, a person can easily modify existing verses to create their own new poems."
"But in reality, this question is quite the tough one." Li Xiao Bai had an expression of deep thought.
He knew that his poem was going to compete against the surrounding people. As long as he was stronger than half of them, he would progress to the next stage.
Many scholars noticed this as well.
Many people started to think, some sat down on the ground while others paced around with their arms behind their backs, some lowered their heads, muttering softly to themselves.
Li Xiao Bai's thought was: "Which poem do I use, or steal?"
There were many spring related poems in his memory, they were all amazing classics.
But using a legendary classic from the start was not good, this would not allow Li Xiao Bai to explain himself in the future. He did not have top tier talent qi, if he took out a shocking poem now, he would attract suspicion.
If his luck was good now, Li Xiao Bai might take slight risks. But now that he was having bad luck, Li Xiao Bai decided to play safe.
While Li Xiao Bai was thinking about it, many scholars already started to make their poems.
Thus, all kinds of lights shining in all colors, weak or strong, appeared. Whenever the light fades from a scholar's body, they would have some gains.
Some gained Gu worms, some gained a rise in cultivation level, some recovered primeval essence, while others recovered from fatigue.
This was the killer move known as assisting literary talents.
Profound Literature grotto-heaven's creator, its original owner, had used this move before his death. Because of assisting literary talents, more and more scholars were encouraged to study, it eventually created the environment of Profound Literature grotto-heaven where most people were scholars.
Li Xiao Bai decided on his poem.
He coughed lightly before starting his recital.
"A moonlit night[1]."
"Deep into the night the moon shines on half a cottage, across the sky the Big Dipper lies, the Little Dipper tilts an incline."
"The warmth of spring is readily felt tonight, through the green window screen, insects buzz and hum."
After Li Xiao Bai finished his recital, a light buzzing noise could be heard around him, his entire body shined in an intense green light.
Whoosh.
The scholars around Li Xiao Bai felt an invisible pressure as the green light forced them to move aside, a huge empty space was created with Li Xiao Bai at the center.
"Such, such a strong light!"
"A famed poem has appeared!"
"To think that a famed poem would appear so quickly. I wonder who created it?"
Many scholars lost their train of thought, they all looked towards Li Xiao Bai with admiration and suspicion.
Li Xiao Bai had a calm expression but he was a little conflicted inside: "Sigh, I went overboard a little, the effect was so eye-catching, I gained too much attention."
He looked around, hoping someone would step up and take the attention away from him.
As the green light entered his aperture, his cultivation level rose.
"Oh! A famed poem has appeared, let me go read it." At the teahouse, Hua Song had a sensation.
After reading Li Xiao Bai's work, Hua Song nodded in satisfaction: "Brilliant, brilliant! This Li Xiao Bai is very young but his poems are very mature."
"Normally, spring poems would use verses involving greenery or peach blossoms. But this poem uses another train of thought, using the night scene to conceal the spring light, it is quite interesting."
"The final verse must be created using Li Xiao Bai's personal experiences. It has a refreshing, happy, and lively feeling."
"Poems take after the creator, this Li Xiao Bai has a superb mindset!"
Hua Song praised it for a while, as if he had just eaten a delicacy of the world. He looked at An Chong as he smiled: "I wonder what envoy thinks of this poem?"
An Chong felt a headache as he thought: "If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't know what's so good about this poem. Sigh, he wants me to critique it, what should I say?"
[1] Poem by Liu Fangping.


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


I'm pacing the floor for hours, it's a talent of mine.
My cries are stifled and quiet to the ears of the unhearing world.

"Would you listen to my poem? It happens to be a song I wrote."
My mouth is smothered, and my head battered in; I sink to the ground, fainting. 

Why does hate surround me?
Why can't they all love me?

I'm not breathing, I'm helpless and dying inside.
My sides ache from groaning in my internal torture.
I was scorched with fiery insults, and thrown down from the mountains up high. 

They slashed me with knifes and sunk them inside my withering heart; Entering into my barren flesh.
I was left on the floor, bleeding and moaning, no one saw, nor were moved to compassion.

I don't want your pity, I want your mutual respect.
My poems are all that I have.
Why won't you listen to me? I'm drowning in mud full of blood, no one will help me.
I shouted: "I'm dying!" Flailing my arms and wailing pitifully.
People passed by me, never gazing into my mournful eyes, filled with doom.

Someone said he wished the boulders above my head where I stood, would crush the last bit of life out of me.
He refused to hear the slightest verse of my poem, a song longing for love and compassion; Written to plead my crying need.

Sinking deeper, my neck the only part of me that is now above the bloody mud; A person drew near to me, carrying a knife. 
He grasped me by the neck, in a firm choke hold, then with his hand, forces my tongue out of my mouth.
With the other hand wielding the knife, he cut out my entire tongue, and held it high to gaze at.

"Now, in your final seconds, you cannot speak", He shrieked.

Hurling the tongue into my face, he walks away, roaring with laughter and insults. 
The appendage, falls into the mud and sinks.
Looking down at it, accepting my fate, a final tear drops from my face; And into the hole with me.

This novel is encompassed within poetry, thrillers, romance, and reality. It basically holds the content of my mind. I also write for encouragement and creativity.

This book is about what I experience in life: Negative thoughts, bad experiences, and trauma.
I use my book to record my dreams and nightmares I’ve had as well, using poetry to describe them.
It holds my thoughts and feelings which I feel every day. 

While I did not intend my novel to be completely understandable, my intentions are to relate and perhaps encourage others who like myself; Experience fierce depression.
My plan is to make the reader feel and see some of what I see and feel.


As a Christian, I seek to utilize my book to point to Christ in every difficult situation. He has helped and molded me into who I am today. Christ will deliver His children, in need of aid.

I sincerely hope this update of the synopsis, helps in your understanding of my poetry. Please let me know if you need more information. I have written some of my backstory and important information within my poems.

*For more in depth background info, please read chapter 107.

##When I first wrote this book, I did not plan on writing poetry. If I could change the category out of fan-fiction, I would.

I feel like my novel may start a bit slow, but continuing to read, it will build up and intensify.  ;)

A note: I apologize for chapter 130’s typo. When I proofread it, I saw that it had a misspelled word. 
I tried over and over again to update it, but there may be a glitch or something. I’m sorry if you see it too.
Just to clarify, I tried to write the word as “Indefatigably.”

My novel continues through chapters 162-170, which were accidentally published separately; Although they all consist equally with my book: Moving Through Life.  ;)

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