this is a collection of some of my poems. some of the poems are about love, life, unrequited love, sorrow, loneliness, and more. I hope you can enjoy of my collection of poems and I hope I can transmit the emotions that the poems are supposed to give.

Just some poems I wrote because poems help us heal. And vent.

The Book of Poems... But Instead Called Poems of Blossom
Brought to you by and written by a thirteen year old...
Be prepared to be surprised and...
Yes this is a book full of poems.

A book of poems that I made for fun. Each poem is different so if you dislike one then just know there are many different types. The newest poems are better then the older poems.

Poetry is like a deck of cards 
There's the King which symbolizes strength and honor. 
The Prince which symbolizes courage and/or pride. 
The Joker which symbols humor. 
The Queen which symbolizes beauty

My poetry does have the Prince
My poetry does have the King
My poetry does have the Queen
But not the Joker 

Prince. 
I write these poems as a loser
As a loner amongst people 
Which means I don't have a label 
No one can tell me that I'm able or not able
Above the dinner table everything seems fine but underneath, it's a different story. 

King. 
I write these poems as a wise teenager 
Started as a creature which nor mere mortal would put into words. 
And now I'm part of the lords
The secrets that I have are just behind a door 
You might not believe me, I was once a slave 
Living in a cave of depression, self doubt, hate and no sense of achievements. 
Look at me now. I rule the land where my mind lives

Joker. 
I laugh, I cry
I run, I walk 
I frown, I smile 
Just for you to be happy and shine
I'm the Joker. Not from DC
But the one in your heart. 
Giving out humor like it's a Halloween special 
Typical. 
For once just ask if I need a hug

Queen. 
I write these poems with beauty
Trying my best to find rumors and a story to tell
Oh well. 
Don't call me cutie
I am beautiful and nobody will tell me otherwise 
If they do "off with their heads."


-@MellowSoul 🥀

This project is to find lost love, hope, healing and generally help the heart by showing how people can hurt us and build us in a beautiful way. These are my thoughts and my emotions in the book and I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it.

Seiji had begun receiving love letters every day ever since the second week after transferring into Genhana High School.
Most girls had only sent him only one love letter, but there were a few that had sent him multiple ones.
And among the few that sent him multiple letters, there was only one girl who had sent him a love letter every single day.
According to Chiaki’s definition, this girl’s love letters were the first type. All the envelopes were light purple, and the letters were written on pure white paper. None of the letters were particularly long, but it was obvious each one contained the girl’s emotions. The handwriting was also beautiful.
There was only one word written for the signature—"Purple."
At first, Seiji had wondered what type of girl "Purple" might be, but he didn’t pay it a great deal of thought.
Due to everything that had happened in the previous few days, he even forgot about it.
Until this moment.
When he was taken here to this corner and met this purple-haired beauty for the first time, he instinctively realized that... this girl must be "Purple."
A slight breeze was blowing, causing the leaves to rustle.
The girl’s dark purple hair was swaying gently in the wind.
She simply stood there with both hands clasped in front of her as she smiled lightly.
Her beautiful eyes were almost the exact same light purple as the envelopes she used. They looked deep and watery and the pupils flashed and reflected flickering shadows. This, combined with her thin crescent eyelashes and pink lips arced upwards in a faint smile, caused Seiji to think of a line from an unknown poem from somewhere: "Playing with lowered eyelashes and a faint smile amongst the shadows."
She was beautiful, regal, and the epitome of a classic beauty.
Just her physical appearance alone was worthy of the nickname "Princess."
While Seiji was unfamiliar with her personality, he believed that her level of beauty was definitely equal to Natsuya’s.
"Hello, pleased to meet you, Harano-san." The purple-haired beauty bowed slightly towards him. "My name is Yukari Asamiya, from Year 1, Class 3."
Yukari?
This was a popular name in Japan in his previous world, and he faintly recalled that the female lead of some classical anime seemed to have this name as well. This name... that was probably one of the reasons for her signature of "Purple."
"Hello." Seiji looked directly at her. "Asamiya-san... are you ‘Purple?’"
"Indeed." Yukari stood up straight and smiled at him. "I’m ‘Purple,’ as you surmised."
"It’s easy to guess after meeting you." Seiji also smiled. "Your eyes, your hair, and your name... all these hints are too obvious."[1]
Yukari’s smile grew wider.
"I really love purple... if people’s lives had colors, then mine would surely be purple."
"That sounds quite poetic."
"Really? I said it rather casually... Harano-san, do you like poems?"
Seiji thought of Shika Kagura upon hearing this.[2] "I don’t understand poems too much, but I admire their beauty."
Yukari blinked upon hearing this. "I’m not familiar with poems either, but I don’t know why... my classmates all seem to think that I love reading poems and so on."
"Is it that you actually don’t like them?"
A momentary silence fell between them.
Then, both of them broke out into laughter.
Seiji chuckled. "Sorry, but I can understand why your classmates would think that way. The way you seem... is just like a classy lady who would enjoy reading poems or classical works and the like." 
"It’s not good to judge people by appearances, Harano-san. I’m not that type at all." Yukari also chuckled. "I don’t enjoy poems, nor do I read classics, and I’m definitely not a classy lady or anything."
"Eh... but you definitely have that aura about you."
"I don’t feel so... maybe it’s thanks to my upbringing that my actions appear that way. I had a strict family education." Yukari toyed with her hair.
Seiji felt that this tiny action was rather charismatic.
"Princess..." he understood already why people referred to her as such, but she herself was... a bit different from what he had imagined.
Well, that was normal.
It would be abnormal if the well-known nicknames in this school were completely accurate!
"Harano-san..."
Yukari looked directly into Seiji’s eyes.
"This is your first time meeting me. As for me... I’ve already been watching you for quite some time."
Yukari’s cheeks began to flush slightly red.
The atmosphere just earlier had been normal, but now it suddenly seemed a bit romantic.
Seiji felt himself tensing up slightly.
He was nervous.
"I’ve always been watching you in silence, and writing letters to you. These are my single-sided feelings... I apologize for making you deal with my selfishness. Now... I’ve finally worked up the courage to meet you in person to get to know you."
The purple-haired girl took a deep breath.
Her white face was now completely red, and her watery eyes were filled with attractive colors.
It was coming.
Seiji knew what was coming and mentally prepared himself.
But he was still nervous... of course he was! He had never had such an experience!!
The only experience he had with being confessed to was by Hoshi... No, no, that definitely didn’t count! Forget it! Hurry up and forget about that!!
This was his true first time in either life of his that he was being confessed to!
"Perhaps this is selfish of me to say as well, but I... still want to say that... I-I like you!"
A metaphorical fastball.
A mega-powerful fastball struck Seiji in the chest like a cannon shot!
He had wanted to catch it.
But as a catcher, he severely lacked both experience and ability! It was only natural that he missed.
"I like you..."
He had heard it personally from a girl... these words imbued with many passionate feelings of youth.
This was when Seiji discovered for the first time just how powerful these words could be!
"I’d like to be together with you, chat with you, date with you, and... do various things together with you..."
Yukari was still looking directly at Seiji.
Even though Seiji could tell that she was quite shy about all this, she remained firm and maintained her regal bearing and resolution as she honestly and directly told him her feelings.
Seiji really wanted to avert his gaze in order to hide his own emotions, but he was moved by her resolution, so he could only look directly at her as well.
It was just like a duel.
No, this was a duel! This girl had worked up her maximum amount of courage to completely attack the boy she liked directly, heart and soul!
"I... imagined many things by myself. I want to turn those dreams of mine into reality. I... would like to become someone important to you..."
The girl’s body began trembling.
It was as if something within her had reached its limit.
She took another deep breath.
Seiji almost felt like he wanted to run away at this moment!
It was easy for even him to tell just how deep her feelings accumulated over all this time must have been.
The final blow was coming.
"Please... please go out with me!! Please be my boyfriend!!!"
Her eyes shone incredibly brightly as tears trickled down her face.
Her face was so red that he could almost see the blood beneath her skin.
But even so, her eyes didn’t waver one bit from him.
She kept looking directly into the handsome boy’s eyes.
She completely revealed her true feelings for him to see.
She fully expressed those passionate fiery feelings of hers.
This moment etched itself deeply into Seiji’s mind, and even heart!
There would always be some moments of any person’s life that would be unforgettable even after several years or even dozens of years.
This scene was one of them.
That was how deep, how... beautiful to the point where it was impossible to forget.
Another breeze blew past them.
The tree leaves were rustling again, but Seiji couldn’t hear them.
He had received an impact far stronger than he was expecting, and his heart and soul were moved.
He slowly opened his mouth as he looked at the girl before him, his heart wavering.
"I..."
[1] [TL note: the first character in Yukari’s name is ‘purple.’ The second character in her name is ‘princess.‘]
[2] [TL note: Shika’s name means ‘poem.’]


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

The young masters of the Zhuge Clan started to pit against each other openly and maneuver covertly. On the surface, they were in harmony and respectful, but they were back-stabbing each other in the dark. The clan was in chaos. 
It was only a few days and rumors were rife. The young men of the Zhuge Clan were accused of having illegitimate sons and daughters…
The tense situation became more precarious.
Zhuge Shanyun was having a headache over the situation. He thought he had welcomed an esteemed disciple of the Moon Breeze Supreme Martial Artist. Never did he expect to invite disaster into his clan…
Zhuge Shanyun was spared of his headache as his clan members invited his foe.
Ye Shifeng was badly smitten after seeing Wu Qianqian. It was not known whether he was after her beauty or status, he became her suitor. He was dressed in the smart black garment of the Ye Clan and would wait in anticipation at her dwelling daily.
The next day, the Lan Clan arrived and a few of their young masters joined in the competition for the favor of Wu Qianqian…
The Ye, Shi and Zhuge Clans were already holding animosity towards each other. With the competition for Wu Qianqian's favor, they were all fully armed and cautious. The scene became the re-enactment of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
The young masters of the smaller clans retreated with caution.
Only the Ye Clan's second young master Ye Shifeng, Zhuge Clan's second young master Zhuge Changchang and Lan Clan's third young master Lan Changge were left in the competition.
They were like a trio of mating peacocks that showcased their fanciful tails for attention.
Someone even set up bets to see which young master would win the hand of the lady. All the young masters placed their bets and Tianji city became a bustling casino.
The news spread like wildfire. The Yè Clan was halfway on their journey when young master Yè Mengse heard about the peerless beauty Wu Qianqian. He was afraid others might get to her first so he abandoned his clan and traveled through the night to arrive at Tianji city.
The Romance of the Three Kingdoms had become Four Nation's War and the situation became tenser.
Ye Shifeng acted suave with his dark face, black robe and cloak. He stood proudly like a pile of shiny black charcoal.
Zhuge Changchang… Er, required some explanation. His name consisted of the double meaning of tall and he was indeed tall… Actually, he was beyond tall.
Though he looked proportionately, he was on the tall side. For most men, 1.7-1.8 meters were considered tall. Anything above 1.8 meters was definitely a giant!
Zhuge Changchang was a full 2.5 meters! When he was with the other men, he was like a giant among dwarfs. With his white robe, he was extremely prominent.
Zhuge Changchang looked forward to having a palmistry session with Wu Qianqian so that they could discuss about life and their ambitions… But he was not fulfilled.
Lan Changge carried with him a zither to complement his singing.
Yè Mengse created poems the moment he arrived. Within a few days, his ten poems were compiled by his fan. His poems were all excellent creations…
In the Zhuge compound, everyone yearned to obtain the favor of Wu Qianqian!
The Zhuge compound was like an opera.
This liveliness was like… what Ye Zhangzui had said before. The nonsense was blaring and loud.
No matter how the young masters curry her favor, the black-robed fairy remained cool, aloof and rejected them bluntly. 
Ye Shifeng was ignored, Zhuge Changchang's request for palmistry was denied and he was being chided. Lan Changge sang for a few days and invited a question from Wu Qianqian that halted his serenading.
At that time, Lan Changge was singing his tune when the window on the second floor opened. A dark figure appeared at the window.
The crowd below was excited.
The dark-robed lady was looking for the singer. At this moment, the crowd held their breath.
She finally found him and asked him with a pair of astonished eyes, "Young master, why are you crying?"
Crying?
Everyone shivered when they heard the words.
Lan Changge was embarrassed and gave a bitter smile. "I am serenading you…"
"Please don't… I beg you. The voice sounded like the monkey from the forest who had lost its son. It's too melancholic. I'm not able to sleep properly because of your singing. Young master… please stop wailing."
After she finished speaking, the windows were slammed shut.
Lan Changge almost fainted.
The crowd almost fainted.
Please stop wailing?
Wailing? …
After being stunned for a while, the crowd broke into hysterical laughs. Ye Shifeng, Zhuge Changchang and Yè Mengse laughed extremely loud. Lan Changge glared angrily at the three of them… That night, Lan Changge challenged Zhuge Changchang to a fight but Zhuge Changchang declined…
As for Yè Mengse, after composing that many poems he was not getting any response. He could not resist asking, "Lady, what do you think of my poems?"
Wu Qianqian replied in surprise, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have thought they were poems… apologies I had been learning martial arts from my teacher since young, I don't have knowledge of poems… I thought you were reciting from books… and I'm actually impressed with your diligence…"
Wu Qianqian's comment greatly discounted Yè Mengse's talent in composing poems!
The four young masters were held back by her rejections.
Wu Qianqian's aloofness was complemented by her peerless beauty, mysterious face veil, gracefulness and… a different demeanor from the ladies of the super clans.
That was the trait of a lady who traveled the martial world. She had a fusion of the aristocratic and yet graceful character… and a unique attractive aura!
Aloof and dignified!
Like the moon up in the sky, far beyond anyone's reach.
With such a trait, the more aloof she was, the more it piqued the desires of the young masters. They became bolder in their approaches.
These young masters were used to having beautiful women! Since when were they rejected so badly?
This kind of hopeless courting was a serious blow to their ego! The more you ignored me, the more I would court you!
The thrill of the courting process was what they wanted!
The suitors were unable to give up once they had indicated their interests. They had the mentality that if I gave up and gave the chance to others to win her heart… would I not be on the losing end? Even if I failed, I could stay behind and sow discord among other suitors.
If I could not get what I want, I would not let the rest have the chance to win her hand!
With the mentality of sour grapes, the young masters treated each other with greater disdain. During this period, Ye Shifeng had sparred with Zhuge Changchang once and fought with Lan Changge twice. Yè Mengse fought with everybody.
Lan Changge was the weakest among the young masters. His eyes were beaten like a panda but he did not delay his courtship. It was alright as the lady did not even look at his face…
Zhuge Changchang had the worst luck. As he was too tall, everyone went for his crotch. He let down his guard once and Yè Mengse tackled his crotch like a monkey going for peaches.
As such, his "peaches" were manhandled and Zhuge Changchang had to stand cross-legged for the next four-five days. He also hobbled like a penguin…
The four masters continued their pestering, causing Wu Qianqian to be vexed and at her wits' end.
She knew that Chu Yang was staying at the nearby Orchard Palace but she dared not meet him. If she visited him, her suitors would follow and cause a nuisance to Chu Yang. 
But Chu Yang…
Wu Qianqian was extremely irked.
You knew I am here but you chose not to visit me… what a heartless man!
Wu Qianqian made a mistake in her thinking. She knew that Tie Butian was a woman so she did not take her Empress status to heart and she did not see herself as someone's wife…
She did not have such thinking in her subconscious!
But Chu Yang was very clear that Wu Qianqian was Tie Butian's wife!
As the saying goes, a good man does not take advantage of a friend's wife.
Why would Chu Yang want to antagonize Wu Qianqian? He would be happy to hide from her.
Chu Yang was a normal man. With his aging, his needs and desires were surging. When he looked at brothels, he would feel himself bloating and he had to lower his head and fasten his pace…
When he thought about surviving the next five to six years like this, he became depressed.
If Wu Qianqian was by his side, when faced with a willing and alluring beauty, Chu Yang felt that he would not have the willpower that he had at the Lower Three Heavens…
If he failed to control himself, he would make a cuckold out of his brother Tie Butian. If a country's ruler was cuckolded… that would be…
During this period of time, Chu Yang sparred daily with Zi Xieqing until he was fully exhausted. Once the session was over, he would collapse and fall asleep.
With Zi Xieqing around, he would not be in danger when asleep.
Han Xiaoran came a few times to report the matter to Chu Yang. Nangong Shifeng became a frequent visitor. Whenever there was news, he would slip stealthily into the residence and inform Chu Yang.
Though Chu Yang stayed at home, he had a good grasp of the happenings in the city.
Right now, he was waiting for an opportunity.
After Chu Yang discovered that the Ye Clan got to know about the Divine Clan's elder from a mysterious letter, he was relieved. 
Chu Yang speculated that this mysterious man was definitely Diwu Qingrou!
He was fully confident of that!
The Lan Clan would not divulge such secret. If they had wanted to do so, they would not wait until now. Because they intended to kidnap the Divine Clan's elder secretly… It was even more impossible for the Zhuge Clan to divulge the secret.
Chu Yang felt that he could collude with Diwu Qingrou without meeting and planning anything!
Chu Yang was amused by such a situation. He believed Diwu Qingrou would feel the same way too.
Chu Yang was also monitoring the way Wu Qianqian was pestered by the four young masters. The right opportunity was still brewing. Once everyone was here and the situation was chaotic and out of control… the situation would be advantageous for him to create discord…


Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!”

After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed.

However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.

Gu Mengmeng smiled and patted Cole's shoulder lightly. "It's the best if you dare not, after all, it would not be in your favor if I get angry."
After that, Gu Mengmeng walked past Cole and down the platform. Elvis caught her steadily, hugged her into his arms, turned around and left, not caring about anything happening behind them.
Lea kept quiet and followed behind them silently. The group returned to the little stone house Gu Mengmeng was living in.
After they went inside, Lea asked, "Do you… still want the esoterica?"
Gu Mengmeng smiled and said, "Are you interested in the esoterica?"
Lea nodded his head honestly. Gu Mengmeng replied with a 'understood' expression and said, "I was actually lying when I said I was able to memorize the three hundred poems, but of course I am able to recite the more famous ones. The two that Leader Cole tested me today was coincidentally the ones I know. I stopped him from continue asking because I was scared he might test some unknown ones that I couldn't recite… But if you are interested, I can teach you on the way when I teach it to the Hede brothers."
Gu Mengmeng sat on the bed and felt it was really funny after thinking over it. She waved to Elvis and Lea and said, "Now I finally knew why the previous Messenger would say 'the real Messenger of the Beast Deity would definitely know the content of the esoterica'. In our place, all the kids in kindergartens would know these poems, even those that are weaker in their studies would definitely memorize these few. So, I finally believed when you said I am the Messenger of the Beast Deity.
Lea and Elvis looked at each other and they exchanged a glance.
Lea asked, "What are you going to do next?"
Gu Mengmeng shrugged her shoulders and said, "I will participate in the beauty pageant and bring back those that I met eyes with."
Lea frowned and said, "Today you straightforwardly said that you are not willing to stay in Sauder on stage, I am afraid Cole might not let go of you so easily."
Gu Mengmeng thought for a while before replying, "But I feel that he is quite a gentleman and unlikely to do horrible things.
Lea let out a bitter laugh and said, "Have you forgotten? The snow foxes are the best at reading people's minds, this type of camouflage is nothing to him."
Gu Mengmeng thought, someone that would worship a "300 Poems of the Tang Dynasty" for a thousand years…
Gu Mengmeng smiled, patted on Lea's shoulder and said, "Don't be too worried, there is always a solution to a problem. My identity was announced in front of everyone, now that the whole world's eyes are on Sauder, his life would be harder than anyone if something happens to me in Sauder. Hence, he should not have the courage to go hard on me. If he really did thought of doing something dirty to us… Ha, what to do if I accidentally burn down his Sauder in a bad mood?"
Looking at Gu Mengmeng being so optimistic, Lea did not comment any further.
Some things were meant for the males to take care of.
It was the best for her to remain this happy and worry-free forever.
The beauty pageant was three days after Gu Mengmeng's identity was announced. In these three days, Saint Nazaire became a trending world in everyone's mouths. 
It was meaningless to continue holding this competition, because not only males, even the females that fame to participate in the competition expressed their intents of joining the competition.
In other words, as long as Gu Mengmeng nod her head, everyone in Sauder now could be brought back to Saint Nazaire all together.
Was there still a need… for the beauty pageant?


Going for a swim, she ends up in an ancient wild Beast World and ends up being brought home by a handsome wolf.
She wants to stick to the handsome wolf, stock some salt, farm some land, look at some handsome men and grow old like that, but the handsome wolf pounces on her every day.
What? He wants her to have babies?
NO~ NO~ NO~ There is no happy ending to interspecies marriages, hurry and let go of me handsome wolf~

[Mini Story]
"Wolf King, Wolf King, the Queen said that the eyes of the merman prince are as beautiful as the stars in the sky."
"Yes, they’re beautiful indeed, dig them out and send them to the Queen."

"Wolf King, Wolf King, the Queen said that the First Beauty in the tribe, the snake princess’s skin has a unique and fine texture."
"Yes, it’s unique indeed, rip that snake princess's skin off and send it to the Queen."

"Wolf King, Wolf King, the Queen said that the Wolf King is impressively-looking, the world’s one and only."
"What’re you waiting for? Quickly send me to the Queen!"


It's morning and since I had nothing to do, I decided to start writing poems again. Doing calligraphy was easy because Lu Ming taught me until I was professional. Our calligraphy looked alike though. Like really alike. 

As for the art that I painted, I gave it to Hao'er and told her to hang it up in the room. My room was small, but I didn't quite mind. I loved that it was quiet and peaceful here. There wasn't a lot of commotion going on. This life was different from the fast-paced world of China.

And perhaps because of the plants I was growing, the room became even smaller. The plants I grew were herbs. The herbs were helpful in many ways. They give off a fresh smell like fresh air. Whenever you inhale the scent it would help clear your mind. It also helps clear poisons that may be in the room. And if I'm ever desperate for a cure, I can just grab some from my room immediately.

These are just precautions to keep me safe. I want to go back badly, so I have no choice but to be overly cautious. I need to last a year here and I can go back. 

Outside the Winter Court, Prince Wu was standing looking at the court.

"It's empty."

"Your highness, when Concubine Xiu just came, Madame had given her the same amount of guards and maids she had given to the other concubines, but she rejected it. She said her court is small and can't fit so many people in there. She also said that she likes the peace of the court, so the Madame should take back her people."

"Are you dumb?"

"Your highness, I'm not finished yet. Concubine Xiu also said that if Madame doesn't trust her and thinks she will harm you, the Madame is more than obligated to have spies. So the Madame sent spies, but after a month, all they reported was that everyday she did things that maids did or, that she did things that the normal woman didn't do."

"The only suspicious thing is that she cultivates. The spies were unable to tell what her rank was, but she seemed experienced is all. The Madame had questioned her about this, but she said..."

"What?"

"If one day she got framed, she can run away."

This lady is straightforward is she not. After a while, a piece of paper came flying out the gate.

"Hao'er, you don't need to chase it, I'm going to throw it away anyways."

"But Sis Ling! It was such a good poem! Why are you throwing away such good poems? Nobody will ever get a chance to admire them again."

"Hao'er, I can write as many poems as you want. Just ask me and I will. These are not any important poems. Besides, there are so many on my desk already that there is no need to chase one that ran away."

"Alright." Hao'er was sad about that poem, but her lady was right, there were hundreds on her desk already.

The piece of paper that flew was caught by Prince Wu who was about to throw it away, but didn't after hearing what the maid said. He looked at the piece of paper and saw the poem,

And even though it's hard
And I may struggle through it all,
You may see me struggle...
But you will NEVER see me fall

It was such an inspiration poem, quite different from all the beauty poems. A poem fit for a uplifting someone's mood. He thought to himself, if she has many more good poems in there and plans on throwing them away, he should keep it, he is her husband whatever they own is his.

With that thought in mind he entered the gates. There was no one to announce that he had entered the building because there were only 2 people living in the court. The master and her servant. Upon entering the entrance he already what he wanted.

He had only wanted the poems that were unwanted, but he saw the beauty, too. It was hard to stay away from her. He knew he should be on his guards instead of thinking of how to make her his, but she looked vulnerable in that moment for some reason.

"Your Highness! This servant apologizes, the lady had just fell asleep."

"In the morning?"

"Last night, Mistress Xiu couldn't sleep, so mistress stayed up doing poetry and art."

"Hao'er, who's here?"

"Mistress Xiu, the prince is here!"

Hearing that, Zhao Ling immediately came out of her doze. She thought the person causing commotion was Zixie, but it was the prince. In her thoughts, 'Why is he here?'

"Your Highness, is there something this concubine can do for you?"

"Your poems..."

"Oh. Did you want them? I'm not sure which one you want, so you can have Shao pick one."

"All."

"How are you going to carry them all?"

Prince Wu waved his hand and all the paper full of writing disappeared from her desk.

Hehe... I actually forgot that this prince has a storage that can carry lots. Zixie even told me. Well, now that he is done with whatever he came for, hopefully he can leave now. I want to protect chastity. Not only that, I want nothing to do with the prince. I'm still trying to form a plan to get the second lead's attention. The more I have this prince's attention, the less planning time I have. 

"Your Highness, now that you have what you want, I'm sure you want to leave now. After all, you're a busy man."

"All the others send me gifts everyday trying to get my attention, but you haven't tried one bit. I wonder why?"

"Eh?"

"You should know what I'm talking about. After all aren't concubines woman who does whatever they can to get a son to live. Giving birth is something they are all proud of, yet, you give no effort. I want to know why."

"There's no reason. Your Highness is a busy man and seeing that the other concubines are already knocking on your door, I see no reason why I should try to attract attention when the others are already trying for me."

"Hm?"

"Your Highness, I'm sure you are already annoyed by the fact that they are always giving you nutrition everyday, so that's why I didn't give you any gifts. And I'm sure you hate fragrance bags."

"You seem to understand my life quite well."

"Not at all, I am merely guessing and making decisions on my own."

"Still, you send nothing to me."

"Your Highness, even if I did, you would have told Shao to just throw it away. It would then hurt my feelings and I would feel like I just wasted my energy on something stupid."

"Stupid?"

"I don't mean it in a bad way. I am saying I would feel stupid for trying to get your attention when you don't love me at all. Not only that, you are about to have a wife soon, so I'd rather not be a thorn."

Prince Wu, then teleport to his room with Shao by his side.

"She doesn't understand me what I was trying to get at."

You Highness, she was only saying some true things. Seriously some true things, why are you brokenhearted at things that even you know about.

Zhao Ling always wanted nothing more than to live a peaceful life independently. However, on a fateful day, she somehow gets transmigrated to the the past. Not any normal ancient civilization though. One that uses spiritual powers. Zhao Ling wants to do everything she can to just go back to her time, but yet, she can't.

Somehow, she came to regain memories and started to pursue through all kinds of troubles to finally someday have everything go back to normal. Wei Qiang, her husband has lost his memories, but he stays stuck to her no matter what. Many kinds of troubles come and Xia Lin solves them with triumph.

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On a fine day, Xia Lin's ex-boyfriend comes to greet her. Xia Lin had been with Xiao Qiang for the day showing him the modern world. 

"Hey! Ling Ling nice to see you again. Want to-ahh my eyes!"

Xiao Qiang pulled her into a deep kiss in front of her ex with a triumphant smirk that seems to say, "Hmph! I win."
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At a party, in the restroom, Xiao Qian pulled her into a kiss.

"Xiao Qian, we are at a party."

He pulls out his sad and cute puppy eyes, "But all the men were staring at you."

"Sigh... What am I going to do with you. Your too unfair Xiao Qian."
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After Xia Lin came back from work, she found that Little Tan was missing.

"Honey, where is Little Tan?"

"I sent him to spend time with Father Liu."

"Wh-mph!"

Xiao Qian pushed her down to the bed and started to kiss her. "I need time with you too."

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).

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