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.

Qiao Ying watched the spectacle with a smile.
"Oh… this… that…" Jun Moxie wrecked his brain. Looks like I'll have to plagiarize significantly today. 
"Xue Yan is right! Then I shall compose a poem for you first, Xue Yan." Jun Moxie cleared his throat. All the women looked at him expectantly. Naturally, there were a few that were gloating at his demise. 
Like Miao Xiaomiao for example. Currently, she practically cackling away in her head. You, a fighter… dare to say that you know how to write poems? You're probably capable of producing an incongruous limerick! Hmph! I am determined to watch you make a fool out of yourself today! How dare you think of comparing yourself to my Jun Ye!
"En… I got it! Xue Yan is generosity and magnanimity has given me an inspiration." Jun Moxie took a couple of steps and snapped his fingers. "The colored clouds are her flowing robes, the flowers, her face that glimmers in the bright, spring dew; If you do not see her atop the jade mountains, you'll find her beneath the moonlight of paradise!" 
All the women were stunned!
Miao Xiaomiao was stunned to the point of silence!
Could it be that this Jun Moxie is really a demon?! He had only taken that moment to think, took three steps and came up with this poem! And such a meaningful one, that was extremely compatible with Mei Xueyan's status and grace…
This flair in poetry is not necessarily any inferior than my Jun Ye…
No, this should be a coincidence… It definitely is by chance…
"Alright, alright, it's Qing Han's turn." Mei Xueyan hurried. Mei Xueyan was the first to get the praise from her lover, and it was such a beautiful poem that will last for the ages, so she was fully satisfied, her blissfulness showing on her face. 
"Qing Han's… For Qing Han… En! I got it!" Jun Moxie pretended to frown and walked two rounds before snapping his fingers again. "I got it! A name that matches her country toppling beauty, so beautiful that the Lord smiles upon the sight of her; dissolving the endless frustrations of her Lord, her company erasing all troubles!" 
Everyone's eyes widened!
To think that Jun Moxie had this trick up his sleeves! The two sentences of 'dissolving the endless frustrations of her Lord, her company erasing all troubles' was truly too compatible with that unique elegance and worry-free nature of Guan Qinghan…
A talent, ah…
Small stars appeared in the eyes of all the girls.
Dugu Xiaoyi was the only female present who watched Jun Moxie come up with a poem before. It was during the Gifted Scholar's Autumn Festival Feast back then. But thinking back on the 'poem' that Jun Moxie had created, even Dugu Xiaoyi felt embarrassed. Listen to me… cause I speak with passion; Ugly ones won't do; Don't tell me you love me, I'm too bad; Don't be infatuated with this elder brother, This elder brother is a legend; Don't provoke me, I'll make you spit blood;…
That's what you call a poem? That's just trash that's not even worthy of being heard! It's just utter bullshit…
So Dugu Xiaoyi had never expected that one day, Jun Moxie would be capable of producing a poem, even if it was a limerick…
Today, when faced with all these, Dugu Xiaoyi's mouth could only hang wider and wider… Until she couldn't help but rub at her eyes. This… is this really Jun Moxie? I'm not dreaming, am I? 
Miao Xiaomiao also rubbed her eyes. This is too shocking…
If she insisted that the previous poem was by chance, maybe it was still believable. But the second poem had been produced; could it still be a coincidence?
Finally, under the expectation and pressure of all the women present, Jun Moxie composed poems for every single beauty present before he finally managed to quell this wave of resentment.
Even Qiao Ying received a poem from Jun Moxie: there is a beauty in the Northern Country, a solitary existence; a glance of hers topples the capital, another gaze topples the country; yet one would rather lose his empire, for it is difficult to find another beauty like her. 
Everyone was happy!
Everyone looked at Jun Moxie with admiration in their eyes! Too amazing! Too awesome! So many poems were churned out in a blink of an eye, and every single one of them was a classic among classics!
Even the number one poet in the world did not have a talent like this, ah!
Truly, the greatest poet, ah…
Had Jun Moxie known what they were thinking, he would be depressed. So the greatest poets were forced into existence like this… 
Only Miao Xiaomiao was a little gloomy in the midst of her admiration. Why is this fellow so talented? He looks so girly, and have no sense of masculinity, yet he is so talented at poetry, the Heavens are blind…
Had Jun Moxie known what Miao Xiaomiao was thinking, he would've vomited blood like crazy. I only look slightly more handsome; which part of me is girly? How can I not be masculine?!
Seeing how all the women were looking at Young Master Jun in admiration, full of happiness and satisfaction, Miao Xiaomiao felt indignant and couldn't help but roll her eyes. Hmph, is there a need to admire him this much? He only knows how to create some lines, how can he compare to my Jun Ye, who even knows music… 
As she mulled in her thoughts, her fingers gently plucked at the strings of the zither, a longing look in her eyes. Jun Ye… where are you? Do you know how I'm missing you? 
How nice would it be if you could come over right now and stomp the arrogance of this Evil Monarch a little… And also let these girls know that my Jun Ye is the best…
This sudden sound of the instrument pulled the girls back to their senses. He managed to fool his way through for poetry, but what about songs? Where is the song for each of us? 
Hmph! This fellow had composed a song for Miao Xiaomiao! No! That is unforgivable!
The jealousy of women was extremely terrifying. Although all the girls already knew that the song was not specially composed by Jun Moxie for Miao Xiaomiao, as long as they already believed firmly on something, if she said that you did, you did it. Even if you didn't! 
So…
Jun Moxie was just enjoying the admiration gleefully when he was denounced again…
Composing a song!
And it was the same rule, one for each person.
This request left Young Master Jun practically vomiting blood!
"Um… you have all heard so many poems, you must be tired of it, let me go and take a look at what Tang Yuan is doing, so this fellow doesn't wreck our Evil Monarch Manor…" Jun Moxie found a random reason and wanted to slip away, but Mei Xueyan blocked his exit.
Then, Dugu Xiaoyi and the rest all rushed over and completely blocked the entire way out.
Thinking of leaving? Fat hope! No way!
Looking at all these queens that are blocking the door, Young Master Jun could only smile bitterly and yell internally. Help ah…
"All my dear beauties, please have mercy… Composing songs is not that easy; it is not like eating cabbages, I must have some inspiration no matter what, and some time to slowly materialize it, then refine it and come out with a few drafts before it can be heard… You don't know the difficulty of composing ah…" Jun Moxie said with a bitter expression.
Jun Moxie was putting on a sorrowful act, hoping that he could get the understanding of all the women. But things didn't turn out contrary to the way one wished. Not only did his pitiful act not get any pity, it only added fuel to the fire. 
All the women got even more aggressive, all their faces turning red. Jun Moxie was completely confused… 
"Ah, so Brother Moxie despised the fact that I don't know songs, so you have never spoke to me about it, ah! No wonder you don't have the interest to compose songs in front of me…" Dugu Xiaoyi said with a pout, her eyes welling up with tears, as if she were about to cry any moment…
Young Master Jun was dumbfounded. What did I say? What did I say? I didn't say anything ah…
"What else needs to be said? We all don't know what the difficulty of composing songs is, we only know how to eat cabbages. How envious of Sister Miao, ah, she has such a doting husband. Both of them have the same interests. That is what I call a perfect pair ah. Say no more, we all understand already!" Mei Xueyan said in an eccentric manner. 
Looks like Great Beauty Mei is determined to ruin things today…
Jun Moxie was not only dumbfounded, he was practically about to break down. Where is this coming from? That is not what I meant ah! Aren't you giving me a wrongful death?
Miao Xiaomiao quickly tried to mediate. "Elder sisters, what Manor Lord Jun said is a fact, inspiration is most important when it comes to composing, if there is no inspiration, even the greatest prodigy cannot do anything about it!" 
"Hm, so it is because he does not have any inspiration around us, ah, why does Sister Miao's husband have all that inspiration? Looks like it must be because they both have a good relationship ah…" Han Yanmeng said sulkingly, clicking her tongue.
Jun Moxie was completely defeated and utterly depressed. He begged for mercy. "This thing is really not something that will come with pressure ah, even if I am an immortal… Dearest ladies, spare me some mercy ah…" 
It was not that difficult for Young Master Jun to come out with songs. There were plenty of classics that he remembered, but right now, it was not the time to allow this bunch of women to gang up and get their way. Otherwise, if they randomly come seeking for a song, then he would still run out of available songs sooner or later…
Besides, showing too much in one go made everything less precious, ah…
None of the women were bothered seeing Young Master Jun's exasperation. But all their gazes fell onto Guan Qinghan. When it came to composing song lyrics, Guan Qinghan could be said to be one of the experts. Even better than Jun Moxie, this expert who plagiarized works. Right now, everyone was willing to hear her opinion. 
Guan Qinghan was not like the other women earlier, joining forces to attack Young Master Jun. There was no other reason, she was in deep thoughts because of something Miao Xiaomiao said. Thinking about the feelings Jun Moxie had to her, and his love towards her!
She instantly jolted back to her senses upon the gaze of all the girls. She said gently, "Dear Sisters, what Moxie said is not wrong. Be it writing lyrics, poems, or paintings, any quality work requires inspiration. Moxie may be talented, but he has already composed so many poems for us earlier, forcing him to compose is making things difficult for him. Even if he is able to come up with something, it will definitely be a substandard piece of work, which is as good as not coming up with it. So I hope you will reconsider!" 
Guan Qinghan didn't usually open her mouth to speak, but the moment she did, there would always be meaning to her words. Everyone became more rational after hearing her. After a discussion, they still came up with one request. It was indeed too demanding to make him compose a song for everyone, but he still had to compose one. And it must make everyone satisfied. If it was not good enough, he had to recompose it until everyone was pleased. We mustn't lose to Miao Xiaomiao's great husband 'Mo Junye' no matter what…


Jun Xie was the number one assassin in modern earth. His skills and knowledge in the field of assassination were unparalleled, his accomplishments unprecedented, his reputation terrified the entire underworld. However, during a mission to retrieve a mystical treasure, a mishap occurred…

He is now Jun Moxie, a sixteen year old super level debauchee, sole heir to the declining Jun family. A family of valiant heroes, left with an old grandpa, a crippled uncle and a debauchee as the sole heir! Accepting the world’s criticism and cold stares with a smile, his new journey begins! His life will be carved by his own will! Rise to the top! Evil Monarch Jun Xie!

“This cup I toast to those I’ve killed in my past life. Forgive me, for there is no chance for you to have revenge. Gulp!

This cup I toast to those whose life I will take in my new life. Forgive me, for you are fated to die by my hands. Cheers!”

Rao's house.

The two girls were stunned seeing what had happened.

Rao Aimin said in an amused fashion, "Kid, you are stirring up trouble again?"

"They were going to far. Hur. They really think that I'm afraid to mess with them?" Zhang Ye said in a gallant manner, "I even dare to curse the SARFT, would I be afraid of offending them?"

Chenchen said, "Zhang Ye, you are a Peking University lecturer."

Zhang Ye tsked, "So what if I'm a Peking University teacher. Even a rabbit will bite when things turn nasty!"

Rao Aimin chuckled and said, "But at least he didn't have any vulgarities in it."

Zhang Ye had already made his preparations as if he were staking everything on it when he decided to lecture on "Dream of the Red Chamber". He knew there would be a lot of objections, but he never expected it to be so huge. Furthermore, the objections did not come from the education or history world. It still came from the literature circles that had a prolonged grudge with Zhang Ye. It was again them, still them, and always them. They did not even look for a reason to rebut Zhang Ye and did not provide any evidence or logic. They just used so-called morals or stood on ethical high grounds to attack Zhang Ye, while deliberately misinterpreting the context. How could he endure this?

Indeed, Zhang Ye wanted to contribute to this world, but you can't do this to this bro! You aren't making me feel good? Then don't think I'll make you feel good!

This time let us drop all decorum!

Since all of you are so shameless, then I shall be also!

Ha, anyway, this bro is already so notorious, and has always been shameless anyways!

After being magnanimous for slightly more than an hour, Zhang Ye immediately returned back to his ruffian ways. In the end, it was this fellow's natural behavior!

......

On Weibo.

Zhang Ye's Weibo post did not immediately appear. There was a new regulation from the relevant authorities. As the limerick had words like "mistress" and "hooligans", this world's Weibo and discussion forums would not censor the words, but would be sent to the backend for review by a specialized auditor. Now, with the new governmental policy, things were stricter. However, there was no need to wait too long. A public figure like Zhang Ye would naturally have priority in reviewing his Weibo posts. Although the Weibo post was not released, as there were no words temporarily, the update notification still existed.

People noticed it.

"Heyo, Zhang Ye posted on Weibo!"

"Let me see, let me see. Eh? Why is it blank?"

"Are there banned words? Hahaha! I'm slightly looking forward to it!"

"It definitely has to be something important. Everyone, hurry and prop it up!"

Immediately, a Weibo post from Zhang Ye, which had no words displayed, was forwarded more than 900 times in a short time span of five minutes by his fans and busybodies! There were already more than 2000 comments!

Upon seeing this number, many people were alarmed.

"Holy sh*t! A blank Weibo post is so fierce?"

"Well it's Teacher Zhang Ye's Weibo after all!"

"That's right, Zhang Ye does not shoot his mouth off easily. Every time he speaks, it's f**king earth-shattering. I wonder what he is going to say this time!"

"Didn't Zhang Ye recite a gatha in the afternoon to reporters? It was quite magnanimous."

"I also saw that gatha. It was really classic. It has already become my signature. I'm really convinced of Zhang Ye. Everything he says is classic!"

"I have no idea why that bunch of literary people looks down on Zhang Ye so much. What sort of qualifications do they have to do that to Teacher Zhang? If they have the ability, come out and compete with Teacher Zhang!"

"That's right, the literary world is going too far this time!

"You can criticize Zhang Ye, but you can't criticize everything about him!"

"That's right. Even though Zhang Ye has a bad temper, he has never committed a heinous crime!"

Many people from the literary circles and Weibo certified VIPs also paid attention to the post. They did not comment and were waiting to see what Zhang Ye had to say.

At the sixth minute.

Zhang Ye's Weibo post finally appeared!

Everyone felt it was quite ordinary when they saw the first two lines. They did not understand the meaning behind it. However, in the middle, when the words "looking forward to sugar daddies" or "looking forward to hooligans", many people were tickled. They could tell this was another limerick and carried on reading. Everyone already knew Zhang Ye's limerick style. The front was usually not important, but the key was the very last line. And indeed, when the final line reflected in their eyes,they were not disappointed!

"A person in acting looks forward to awards."

"A person in literature looks forward to.. the death of his peers!"

When this line was seen, the blank Weibo post, which was already soaring in popularity, ushered in an explosion once more after a pause!

1500 forwards!

3000 comments!

"Hahahaha!"

"Teacher Zhang Ye's limerick is still so f**king brilliant!"

"A person in literature looks forward to the death of his peers? That's so funny! I'm dying of laughter! This sarcasm is peerless!"

"I laughed too. To think those bunch of people are from the literature world. Compared to Teacher Zhang Ye, their standards of scolding others are so low. Look at how Teacher Zhang Ye scolds others! Learn from him!"

"As expected of Zhang Ye! Awesome!"

"He can scold people with new tricks all the time! And it's so artistic and characteristic! You can't find another person like him in China!"

Many netizens were rolling around with laughter!

Many public figures, who had grudges with the world of literature, chuckled and appeared to support Zhang Ye when they saw someone standing up front to challenge the entire world of literature. For example, there was an author who was marginalized by the literature world, forcing him to develop himself in Hong Kong and Taiwan. There was also another literary author who was unrecognized by the world of literature. It was as if they were injected with stimulants!

"Teacher Zhang Ye, well done!"

"The world of literature is fraught with problems these days. They are too conceited. It is time for someone to make a stand!"

These side figures, who had been cast aside by the mainland's literary world, were not that famous. They also lacked the strength. Despite resisting when they were ostracized, they did not manage to succeed, but today, Zhang Ye stood forward. What was Zhang Ye's standing in the literary world? Although there were others who acknowledged him, the literary world never gave him a proper place, but even so, the literary circles still had to admit Zhang Ye's influence. Giving him the title of an uncrowned king was not too much. With a top celebrity like him standing forward to lose all decorum with the literary world, it was extremely meaningful! Because this was no other person! But Zhang Ye! Zhang Ye, whose poems could even shock ghosts and gods!

Some people were joyous, while others were infuriated!

When many people from the literary world saw Zhang Ye's "Eight Things to Look Forward To" limerick, they were enraged by Zhang Ye's last sentence!

We look forward to the death of our peers?

Your sister, Zhang!

How could you speak in that manner!? Are you never willing to stand down!?

These people began to attack Zhang Ye because of his poem. Things such as what sort of literary scum! What sort of breeder of chaos! How Zhang Ye doesn't know anything about literature! They all appeared!

However, Zhang Ye's fans and many onlookers did not sit idle. With Zhang Ye leading the way, everyone's forceful stance increased. Immediately, they "besieged" those people from the world of literature, who led the way in scolding Zhang Ye. What sort of standards did Zhang Ye's fans have?  They were all...They were all of extremely low moral standards! Don't forget what Zhang Ye's fanclub was in its former state. They were actually a bunch of ultra-nationalists who cursed people on Weibo all day. This troll army was like a group of bandits. They had no standards to mention of. The moment they went over, they just shot off their mouths. As the saying goes, what sort of general leads what sort of army. Fans of a darn hooligan like Zhang Ye were rarely gentlemen. They were all extremely fierce!

The war of words could be described as utter chaos!

People like Meng Dongguo and Ma Hengyuan, were no match for Zhang Ye's troll army. Due to their identity, they could not use vulgarities. They began to lose their ground repeatedly as their Weibo private message inbox began overflowing from curses!

Many neutral spectators did not show any sympathy for them. This was because back when Meng Dongguo, Ma Hengyuan, and company scolded Zhang Ye, they did so without reason. They never mentioned any of the evidence Zhang Ye provided in class. They just used other stuff to criticize him. They did not talk about things when Zhang Ye used facts to reason with them. Now, Zhang Ye's fans also began to scold them without any reason. They deserved it. The bunch of people from the world of literature asked for it!

After the war of words, the internet briefly calmed down.

Someone suddenly pondered aloud, "Brothers. I remember there was an article on the evening newspapers. Teacher Zhang Ye recited a gatha, saying let the world slander him, cheat him, humiliate him, he would let them have their ways and avoid it?"

"Hahaha, you really believed that?"

"In the midst of laughing. OP, you are too naive!"

"What sort of rotten temper does Zhang Ye have? Just one glance at that gatha, and you know he's just doing so in pretense! If he could let them have their ways and avoid them for a few years? Then I won't be eating mutton for the rest of my life!"

"Balls to letting him avoid them! He will curse if he's unhappy! This is Teacher Zhang Ye!"

In the afternoon, numerous people had seen Zhang Ye's gatha. Many people, who did not think nicely of Zhang Ye, immediately looked at him in a different light when they saw the gatha. A few of Zhang Ye's old friends like Hu Fei, Zhao Guozhou, Wang Xiaomei, Xiao Lu, Hou Ge, and Hou Di all nodded their heads slightly. They felt that Zhang Ye had matured. He had matured after becoming Peking University's lecturer!

What magnanimity!

But now, everyone nearly vomited blood!

Endure it, let it be, let it have its way, avoid it, beat it, be reverent towards it, and not care for it! Were all those words just a bluff? They were all nonsense!

Those reporters who heard Zhang Ye's gatha in the afternoon when they interviewed him were all stunned. They never expected that Zhang Ye was still such a hooligan after becoming a honorable teacher of the people!

......

Then.

Zhang Ye posted another message on Weibo.

"Let the world slander me, cheat me, humiliate me, laugh about me, belittle, despise me, dislike me and swindle me."

"Only to..Curse him, curse him, curse him, curse him, curse him, curse him, curse him, curse him, curse him, curse him. Wait for a few days and then have a look at him again!"

Zhang Ye chuckled. What do you mean endure it, let it be, let it have its way? That was the original words from his world, but this line represented Zhang Ye's true thoughts!

Weibo blew up again!

"Teacher Zhang, can you not be so amusing!? Hahahaha!"

"Teacher Zhang, the way you curse others is so cool!"

"Hahaha, endure my ass. Teacher Zhang, nicely done. Keep your personal style. No matter how others evaluate him, I still like such a Zhang Ye!"


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 not in class, Xiao Rui has the vigor of a chicken and the power of a dog, so he can get up to see the scenery before the sun rises. It is a pity that once the day comes to class, I want to hide in the bed and let the bed strangle myself to death.
 　　 "Gao Quan, save me! I am entangled in the quilt."
　　 "Would you like to ask for a leave for me? Just say that I fight with the quilt and both lose?"
　　 "Who can help me! Ah..."
　　...
　　 Gao Quan has become accustomed. His master is good at everything, but he doesn't like to learn. The purpose of cultivating his own learning is to help him write his schoolwork. If the doctors of Jiwendian knew about it, would they be p*ss off?
　　 "Your Highness, if you get up again, you will be late for class. Today is Dr. Jin's class." Gao Quan reminded.
Xiao Rui jumped up, dressing, and cursed: "Old man Jin's class? Now it's dead. What tasks did he leave for last class? Oh, I was too busy to remember. "
 　　 "With spring as the topic, I compose a poem." Gao Quan reminded.
　　 "Compose a poem?" Xiao Rui heard it, and immediately regained his calmness: "I thought it was an ancient prose commentary again. It's good to write a poem. Master, I dare not call myself a poem saint, but the king of poems still dare to be!"
　　 "Golden Retriever Lion King?" Gao Quan asked.
　　 "Get out!" Xiao Rui scolded with a smile.
　　 After dinner, Gao Quan drove slowly towards the imperial city.
　　 Entering the Outer Imperial City, to the Jiwen Hall in the northeast corner, Xiao Rui got out of the car and walked.
　　 "Brother Seven! Brother Seven!"
　　 Without taking two steps, Xiao Rui heard someone calling him behind him, his voice was light and cheerful, and he knew who it was without having to look.
 　　 "Brother Seven, why are you ignoring me." A teenager ran over with a beautiful face.
　　 Xiao Rui glanced at him and said, "It's Lao Jiu! You came early and didn't ask for leave today."
　　 Juvenile is the youngest of the nine princes, Xiao Yan.
"My mouth is sweet, hardworking and studious. Have you ever asked for leave? It's Brother Seven, you have changed today? You came so early." Xiao Yan smiled and said, "Brother Seven, I'll go to Fourth Brother's house to play with you, OK? ?"
　　 "No, I'm not free." Xiao Rui refused.
　　 Xiao Yan continued: "What are you up to? May I be with you?"
　　 "Squatting, do you want to accompany you too?" Xiao Rui said silently.
　　 Xiao Yan thought for a while, and Zheng nodded his head: "Then I will keep it and accompany you after class."
　　 "..." Xiao Rui quickened his pace.
　　 Xiao Yan followed closely, like a trumpet that couldn't finish talking.
　　 Entering Jiwen Palace, Xiao Rui met Xiao Jing, the eighth prince.
　　 He is half a year younger than Xiao Rui, and only half a year older than Xiao Yan, but his character is much older than Xiao Yan, and now he has become a master of Qiu and he is even more proud. After all, among the Confucian scholars of Daxia Kingdom, Master Qiu's name can be ranked in the top twenty.
　　 He also saw Xiao Rui and Xiao Jing, and simply nodded as a greeting.
　　 Xiao Yan entangled Xiao Rui and dared to make fun of words, but he did not dare to make a fuss in the face of this starling Xiao Jing.
 　　 After all, mynah's name is not called for nothing, so I can't help it.
　　 In addition to the three princes, there are other princes who studied together in Jiwendian. Emperor Xia couldn't help women studying, so there were 23 princesses.
　　 Xiao Rui looked for the corner seat in the last row and lay down on the table lazily. Compared with Xiao Jing, who was sitting in the front row, Xiao Rui was always the lowest-profile. If he could take Xiao Yan away, it would be more perfect.
　　 Dr. Jin is here.
　　, holding the ruler on his back, wandered into the room like an old man, she glanced around, and everyone did not squint.
　　 "Yo! Xiao Rui is here."
　　 Dr. Jin stared at Xiao Rui in the last row and said.
Xiao Rui's mouth twitched. There was no way. He came to Baodi early a year ago and was absent from school as a prince. He asked for a big leave for three days and a small leave for two days. He even ran into Dr. Jin and eventually angered Emperor Xia and was A penalty was given.
　　 If I knew my situation earlier, how could I dare to float.
"Class!" Dr. Jin came to Jiangtai and said, "Last class, how did the old man prepare for the assignments? I wrote a poem on the topic of Spring. Copying or writing is not allowed! Good author, the old man has rewards. And the bullshit, huh, the old man's ruler is not merciful."
"Snapped!"
　　 The ruler knocked on the table and snapped.
　　 "Who will come first?" Dr. Jin scanned the crowd.
　　 The eighth prince Xiao Jing stood up and bowed and said, "Doctor, students come first."
　　 Dr. Jin smiled and said, "Okay!"
　　Xiao Jingnian said: "The willows are drizzling and the rain is clear, and the remaining flowers fall to see the wandering warriors. The spring breeze blows the dream of the country overnight, and then the spring breeze reaches the dream city."
 　　 "This poem is written by students when they see their mother and concubine miss their hometown." Xiao Jing laughed.
Dr. Jin nodded and commented: "In the whole poem, Chun plays a consistent role. It triggers homesickness, provokes hometown dreams, blows homeward dreams, and is omnipresent. It is well written, and it seems you are after class. I will give you top grades for the results of serious thinking."
　　 "Dr. Xie." Xiao Jing was overjoyed, scanning the classroom from the corner of his eyes.
　　 suddenly.
　　 He saw a middle-aged man standing outside the back door. He turned his head around in fright. Although he didn't see his face, his apricot-yellow casual clothes embroidered with dragons could not explain his identity?
　　 Emperor Xia is watching class!
　　 Xiao Jing was secretly pleased that when he wrote a poem, the emperor must be outside the door. This poem can not only show his literary talent, but also reflect his filial piety. I think the emperor must have a look at him.
　　 Dr. Jin naturally also saw Huang Huang's figure.
　　 He kept quiet, and asked, "Who is coming from here?"
The elder son of Prince Rui stood up and wrote a poem honestly. Fairly satisfactory, not outstanding. Dr. Jin gave an inferior product.
　　 Twenty-three people wrote poems one after another, and in the end only Xiao Rui and Xiao Yan were left.
　　 Dr. Jin knew well, and deliberately asked: "Who else hasn't read it?"
　　 Xiao Yan tilted his head slightly and asked Xiao Rui: "Seven brother, you go up first?"
　　 "Come on, my poem is so good, the finale." Xiao Rui rested his chin with his hand, feeling boring.
　　 Xiao Yan curled his lips, then got up and said, "Doctor, there is me."
　　 "Two sparrows are singing green willows, and a line of egrets fly in the sky. The mountains outside the window are covered with snow, and you can see a row of boats on the river."
　　 "Puff..." Xiao Rui couldn't help laughing, and quickly covered her mouth again.
　　 Xiao Yan glanced at him bitterly, is this poem funny?
Dr. Jin glared at Xiao Rui and said, "Although it is a limerick, you can see your intentions, because you have observed the environment around you. It is worthy of praise. Xiao Rui, you think it is funny. , Is there a top-quality masterpiece? If you can't make it, don't blame me and punish you!"
　　Dingdong...
　　 Xiao Rui suddenly thought of the prompt tone in his mind.
　　 When I close my eyes, a line of information code pops out.
　　 "New task: accept the challenge of Dr. Jin, complete the top-grade poems, and the descending value +5."
　　 Xiao Rui raised his eyebrows, he wanted to see if the advent value collection was full, what functions were there.
　　 stood up, Xiao Rui bowed: "Doctor, the student lacks literary talent, the top-grade verses, is it too difficult?"
"Difficult? Then you still make fun of others?" Dr. Jin shouted: "Well, if you can make top-grade verses, and if you ask for leave in the future, the old man will approve and never ask you. And if you can't make top-grade verses, or maybe If there is suspicion of copying or writing on behalf of others, I will punish you to copy "The University" five times! Copy it yourself, when you finish copying, and when you leave the collection hall."
　　 Yo, this old guy forced himself to show his hand, low-key and high-profile work, today I will show off.
　　 "Okay, the doctor is true to his words, and the students naturally agree." Xiao Rui said proudly: "Then ask the doctor to comment on my verse."
　　 "The spring is late, the flowers are luxuriant. Cang Geng is here, picking Qiqi!"
　　 "This is a four-character short poem. It is sent out with feelings. There are five-character quatrains below. Dr. Jin, please listen: You don't know the dawn in spring, you can hear the birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers."
 　　 "I'm still in the seven-character quatrains, so it's better to read them together: The light rain on the street is as crisp as the grass, but the grass is not close to you. The most benefit of the spring is one year, and it is worse than the smoky willows."
　　 "Dr. Jin, are these poems in your eyes? Not enough, I still have words, and singing is fine."
　　 Xiao Rui is triumphant.

Xiao Rui was reborn as the seventh son of Emperor Daxia.

“I’m going to be a Happy Lord!” Xiao Rui.

“No, you don’t want to.” System.

“I don’t want to open missions, don’t fall in value.” Xiao Rui.

“Dear, you think.” System.

“Are you forcing me to be the emperor? I don’t want it, I don’t want it.” Xiao Rui.

“No, you want.” System.

——————

Therefore, Xiao Rui, under the pressure of the system, how to step by step and ascend to the throne under the crowd of tigers.

Oh, right. There are still several countries in the neighbourhood watching closely.

[Monday Morning]

"Alright everyone, gather round," Ethan said causing Lily, Kaylee and Ruby to join us all on our table.
"Today, we will have a competition," Sean said.
"Stop stealing my thunder, Sean." Ethan interrupted. "Today, we will have a competition. A writing competition."
"Alright, We've done something like this before," Ruby said.
"What's the plan?" Kaylee asked.
"10 minutes to write something based on the theme of Love. However, you have to write a poem. You can do a Haiku, a limerick. Doesn't matter. Best of luck. Time starts now."
It was a rather strange condition for it to be a poem. Perhaps Ethan was still trying to express his feelings for Kaylee, either way, I'm fucked. I have no idea what to do. I looked over to the others and Lily was on fire. She seemed so excited to start writing that she had already done 5 drafts. I don't think I stand a chance against these people.

"What are you all doing?" Simon said as he arrived late.
"We are writing poems," Sean said. "Care to join?"
"Err… no thanks. I'm not very good at writing."
"Didn't you write something for me before?" Kaylee added.
"HE DID!?" Ethan's neck snapped and his eyes locked on. Ready to shoot lasers to kill his target.
"Ah, no… I've got to go. I have a meeting with a teacher."
"What a strange person," Ruby said. "He certainly isn't what I expected."
"What were you expecting?" Kaylee asked.
"Well, you know. Some sort of confident, large ego, clingy but badass so it doesn't matter."
"What an active imagination you have," I said.
"Shut it, don't act like you didn't think the same."
Well, she isn't wrong. I did think the same.
"Once you get to know him, he's a sweet guy," Kaylee said. "We just broke up because I felt like it was unfair for us to date, I didn't see him the same way he saw me."
What a strange turn of events. Here we are meant to be writing and now it's all coming out. I wonder what Ethan thinks of this? 
I look over to him to see that he isn't listening. His eyes were still locked onto Simon who had left the room. Even though he was on the floor below us now, Ethan was able to see him through the walls.

"Alright, is everyone ready?" I asked.
"I think so," Ruby said.
"I'm ready." Sean and Lily said together.
"This is bad, but I think it's done," Ethan said worriedly.
"Ready as ever," Kaylee added.

The first one to start was myself. I decided it would be easiest to go for a Haiku, all I needed was three lines, the first being 5 syllables the second 7 and the final back to 5. Seemed easy at first, but then I realised that writing a good haiku is hard. So this is what I have.

"Love is a big treat
I wish that someone would see
That love is a lie."

It was a rather simple poem. I think it was very effective at getting my point across. Even the others are speechless at my amazing attempt.
"I also did a Haiku, I shall go next." Sean volunteered himself.

"I really do love
To play sports and run all-day
Sports is so much fun."

The others clapped to Sean's little and simple haiku. I mean, sure it was good but it wasn't as good as mine.

"I shall go next," Ruby said.

"I saw an old man dance
He smiled at me in the middle of France
I don't know how I ended up there
But he seemed to be eating a pear
This seemed like his attempt at romance"

It was decent. I'd give it a 6 out of 10. Attempting to rhyme dance and romance was a bit of a stretch but I guess it works in some cases. Can't say it's about love thought.

"Me next me next." Kaylee jumped with excitement.

"At the dock, I always see people in love
They just fit like a glove
Perhaps they each want to live
I wonder if they have any to give
Would it be bad if I gave them a shove?

Damn, that was pretty funny. Kaylee got all of us to laugh and smile. It was simple and cute. It had a rather warm ending to it.

"These are all so good. I don't know if I can beat them." Lily said as if she wasn't about to bring out the Mona Lisa of the writing world.

"Do you remember when you saw me that day?
I looked at you for so far away.
Our eyes noticed one another.
It seemed as if you were with your brother.

I attempted to talk but couldn't speak.
I wonder when my voice became so meek?
I wish I could fly with you.
If only you knew.

Would it be easier if I explained?
I hope you noticed how I'm chained.
The day you spoke made my heart flutter.
I wanted to say it, the three words I mutter."

It didn't matter at this point what Ethan had written. It was pointless to compete against Lily. Her writing ability is unmatched so we may as well all concede.
"That was beautiful," Kaylee said through tears.
"I know right," Ruby said drowning.
"Ethan, do you still want to attempt yours?" I asked
"Ah, well, I'm not sure. After that, I can't compete."
I didn't blame him for not wanting to try. It would discourage anyone. I looked over to his paper to see if I could catch a glimpse of what he had written. It didn't seem like much but the title stood out to me. "Love is dead." It read. Well, now I have to make him read it.
"Well, Ethan. Why not give it a go, you might just have something."
"I don't know. It seems pointless."
"Why not give it a go?" I said tightening my grip on his shoulders forcing him down.
"Ah, ok…"

"I wished it was like the stories.
But here I am stuck in these quarries
Forced to never climb
I never did find the time.

I wanted to say I had fun.
But I just watched you run.
I didn't call out
I really wanted to doubt.

I never saw you again.
You said I was your bane.
I didn't understand then
But when I looked back, I noticed it all."

We were all shocked at Ethan's poem. It was good. It was surprisingly good.
"Sorry if it seemed rushed." He said modestly.
"Yeah. No worries." I said. "ALRIGHT! Hands up if you think Lily wins."
It was unanimous. Everyone voted for Lily. We didn't expect anything less. She was simply the best. Each time we try something like this, it will always be Lily.

School can either be the best time of your life or the worst. Either you are going to spend it being super popular and talk to tons of good looking people, or you will just be stuck at the bottom of the barrel with everyone else.

The last few years of your school experience are the most important, who knows what will happen. Will you find love? Will you fight your friends? Will that girl you've had a crush on since the beginning finally remember your name and stop talking about her ex? Well if you want answers to any of these then look somewhere else, because these guys don't really know what they are doing with themselves.

Stuck in-between "really socially awkward" and "we have some female friends so are we cool yet?" these three British teens experience their last years of school just like everyone else. With extreme anxiety, awkward conversations, stressful exams and the hope that maybe they'll get a girlfriend. These three just seem to be enjoying it while they can.


___________________________________________

I just write this for fun so don't expect something amazing.

You'll probably find spelling mistakes in some chapters but that's part of life.

"Blood Song… in…the forest…."  


Dehn's words lingered in her mind, playing over and over as Shyana and Akiem made their way across the grassy plains of Tarru.  


The blazing suns were already high, their shadows splitting in three directions and stretched out like phantoms over the peaceful land. Poems, ballads, even a limerick or two, had been written about the beauty of Xhaia; from its lush, mysterious forests, to the snow-capped mountains, whose rainbow colors glimmered with reflecting light when the suns moved — it was a glorious place to live.  


She didn't miss it.  


Shyana glanced down from her powerful stallion to the nearby river and the three women plucking Bou berries from the hidden white shells. The freezing water ripened the berries to near perfection and that's the only reason anyone would subject themselves to its bitter cold.  


A small girl helped her mother by entertaining her baby brother. She showed him how to soothe the shell into surrendering its fruit with focused precision.  


Shyana smiled, a wave of nostaglia taking her, when the dark-haired girl cradled the shell in her small hand and used two fingers to pat the base. The white shell opened and a tiny green berry rolled into the boy's hand, eliciting a clamorous giggle. 


When she and Akiem rode past, the child raised her eyes and waved over her head. "General Makea! Lord Akiem! You've come back!"  


The women automatically stopped their harvesting and held their skirts out to curtsy, despite their precarious balancing in the fast-moving river.  


Shyana dipped her head regally until the little girl sprinted from the bank, tripping over her skirt. She shot back up and ran to Shyana's large stallion with an open handful of berries. "Please take one! I soothed them out just like mother showed me."  


One of the women stepped closer, and by the clear embarrassment of her daughter's forthrightness, Shyana didn't have to guess to know she was her mother. "Ladi, remember your manners when speaking to the…"  


Shyana raised her hand. "It's alright. I would love some Bou berries."  


The general slid off her horse to kneel in front of the blushing girl. "So, your name is Ladi, yes? And is that your baby brother behind you?" 


Ladi nodded, holding her brother's hand tightly and extending the other to give Shyana the berries.  


She plucked one out and winked at the girl. "Want me to show you a trick?" 


"Yeah!"  


Ladi's eyes widened as the general took one green berry and twisted her fingers this way and that before blowing and making it disappear.  


Both children stared with their mouths open. "Where did it go?!"  


The chubby toddler stumbled up to her open hand, pressing his fingers into her palm, inspecting it.  


Shyana smiled at his calculating expression before flicking her wrist once more and revealing the berry from the hidden cuff of her sleeve. This brought on a whole new round of applause and giggles. 


 She patted the girl's head and mounted her steed.  "I've been wanting a Bou-berry pie for a long time. If only there was some little girl who was a very good soother to make one for me." 


"I'll do it! I'll do it!" Ladi rose up on her toes, flinging her hand into the air. 


The general smiled. "All right. I'm looking forward to it. Listen to your mother and look out for your little brother, all right?"   


Shyana passed a few berries to Akiem, who munched on them while they nudged their horses forward. 


 Ladi beamed, waving frantically until they were out of sight. Her mother shooed her back to the riverbank. "General Makea knows magic!"  


The tired-looking woman nodded. "So, it would seem. Let's get after that pie now, love." 


Akiem waved behind them before he smiled at his friend. "Well, well, well. Who knew General Makea had such a soft spot for kids? You may be a good mother yet." 


Shyana scoffed. "I will never have that life and you know it. I have no time for a mouth at my breast, when the threat of the Thuruclan is almost doused." 


He stayed quiet for a moment, before his voice became playful. "I remember when you wanted me to teach you that trick. You pestered me for weeks until I told you how."  


She kept her chin up, refusing to look at him. "I like to be aware at all times. No tricks to pull out of the darkness."  


His jade eyes fixed on her prim expression. "Or could it be you were just mad that you couldn't figure it out?"  


Shyana cleared her throat and kicked the sides of her stallion into a fast trot. Akiem laughed and matched her speed until they climbed the crest of a grassy hill and the palace gates came into sight.  


Their friendly banter vanished, as quiet dread filled her thoughts.  


"I hate this place," she hissed under her breath. 


The shine from the pristine walls could be seen from miles away, though Shyana had been trying her best to ignore it. Castle Xera was a place only the most privileged of people dwelled. Xhaia's own citizens rarely saw more than the immense gates, veiled in gold, with the crest she wore upon her breast.  


Akiem and Shyana passed through the gates, which automatically opened for them, their horses' hooves clattering against the marble floor that filled the entire grounds. Xhaia help them if anyone inside steps on dirt.  


Servants appeared from nowhere, as if they had been lying in wait to escort the horses to their stables.  


Shyana removed her sword from the saddle and clipped it to her belt, when a man she knew all too well, called to her from the blindingly white staircase. "General Makea! Lord Akiem! How good it is to see you again. Praise be to Xhaia that you are safe." 


Shyana rolled her eyes, as the pudgy man smiled to her with sugary fakeness. She brushed a hand through her tangled mane. "I request an audience with the Queen. It is of great importance I speak to her, Jein."  


Crystal blue eyes took in her dirtied frame with quiet scrutiny. "Of course, my lady, but maybe it would be best if you rested for a moment in your room? Your servants are waiting with a hot bath, new clothes and the finest oils to luxur…." 


"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. I need to speak with her urgently. I am not asking your permission, chimbwa, I take it as a courtesy to inform you. If the Queen isn't able to focus on what I'm saying because of my appearance from fighting for her kingdom, then we have a far more serious problem on the home front. Now, will you do your easy task and notify her of my arrival or will this be another fruitless conversation between us?"  


A red blush filled his rounded cheeks. "I apologize if I diminished the seriousness of your message, but I must insist that you go through the proper protocol like every other member of Xhi…."  


Before he could finish, Shyana brushed past him and took the pristine staircase two steps at a time. 


Pushing the white doors open, Shyana was hit by the familiar smell of burning sage, which filled the room with its musky odor. The sunlight brightened the expansive room into a radiant glow, when she stepped on the carpet, that led all the way up the impressive throne, where an equally impressive person sat.   


The Queen's soft voice filled the silent room. "Forgive me, but I do not believe we have an appointment, General Makea." 


Shyana stepped onto the silken carpet, her boots flaking off bits of mud, which she knew would infuriate Jein. The thought almost brought a smile to the lips, that froze in a perpetual scowl, once she crossed the threshold into this palace.  


She charged in without bothering to announce herself, ignoring the appalled gasps and whispers which followed her entrance. "I wasn't aware I needed one and my business to discuss with you is of the utmost importance, Meia."   


Another round of horrified gasps exploded at the use of the Queen's first name without the proper title.  


Meia raised her fair eyebrow. "Have you been in the field so long that you've forgotten how to respect your queen, warrior?"  


Shyana met her cool gaze before a smirk played at her lips. "Forgive me, your grace, but it's difficult to pay proper homage to a queen, when you have distinct memories of hiding her soiled bed sheets until she reached five winters." 


There was a looming heaviness in the room, all servants and advisors alike waiting with held breath to see what wrath the queen would unleash on the impudent general. Much to their surprise, the graceful woman simply smiled. "Sien ta wen, you look well sister."

General of the Xhaian army, Shyana Makea, former heir to the throne, renounced her title and life of privilege to fight the Thurucaln scum, who have plagued her nation for over a century.

Upon gathering information of the legendary Blood Song, a weapon said to bring any army to its knees, Shyana embarks on what most would deem a suicidal quest through the Fepican Forest, a place no one has returned from alive, to retrieve it. 

She is joined by her faithful advisor Akiem, a man with a hidden wilderness within him and Revarian, an ancient being known as a “forest walker” who speaks to the trees and leads them through their peril.

Shyana is disturbed to learn that the leader of the Thurucaln army, Prince Vikas, is also seeking the Blood Song. With a forest that feeds off of energy and seeks to devour them, enemies must rely on one another’s strengths to make it through alive and duel each other for the prize at the end.

But will the Blood Song be something either General or Prince can wield? Will old hatreds be as fresh when they arrive? Or will General Makea finally meet her match in the hordes of soulless beings clawing for her flesh?

"Fake realities will create fake humans." - Philip K. Dick.

A group of college students get mysteriously trapped in a virtual world being reborn without memories of their previous lives. After regaining his memories as Mado, Jaden Inferno embarks on a grand journey in the massive world of Lacrima. While  venturing through the Realm, Jaden discovers new secrets, and unfolds new mysteries as he reunites with his former classmates, and faces new foes along the way.  



                        ********DESCLAIMER********
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.


• New chapter every week.
• WARNING: Some scenes contains strong language.

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