This is my first book here in Webnovel. This book is a Story Poem, it's all about how you interpret the meaning, depends on what your perspective is when you read the book so, I guess it kinda accommodates every reader. It's the magic of reading really, your own imagination is your limit. I'm game for tips about writing and improving. I hope you all like my book, it isn't much as of yet and I'm kind of a beginner, so yeah, hope you guys appreciate it and I wrote this book well, because I wanted to try it and I love writing as much as I love reading.

~Rose Black

Poem I was forced to write for English Class

Huang Xuan felt bad luck. He had caused a mess with a spring water bottle, and the girl before him had been the direct victim. He hadn’t recognized her, but now his smile had given him away.
Paulino was teaching the class passionately. Huang Xuan shrank his head and asked in English, “You are?”
“Galatea.” She smiled again. Her eyes and brows all turned into new moons.
With Rolin’s help, Huang Xuan responded quickly, “The Goddess of the calm seas?”
Galatea was the name a Greek sculptor gave to his best sculpture. Later, he fell in love with Galatea, but when Galatea woke up, she regarded the sculptor as her father. Many suitors fought for her or even for just one look at her. The kind Galatea cried so much that she became blind. She thought she didn’t deserve to have come to the world, so she jumped into the river one evening and killed herself. After her death, she was called “The Goddess of the calm seas”.
Rolin had explained the meaning of the name as plainly as he could. Huang Xuan thought that Rolin’s chatter had never been so useful as right now.
Galatea was surprised. In Greece, her name could be understood by many people, but now it was Brazil, and the teenager who was even younger than herself wasn’t even a westerner. 
At this moment, Paulino was teaching the Spanish wording structure. Huang Xuan said in a low voice,
 “We missed each other, and you decided to look beside,
“The blue eyes just passing by are looking at you,
“From the moment I saw you,
“The glimpse, the silence.”
Although the intonation was jerky, Galatea was smiling, showing her white teeth.
The Chinese writer Li Ao had once said that when a man saw a beautiful woman, all his body parts became soft except one. It was such a simple thought. Huang Xuan wasn’t a grown-up yet, but he thought he had become a man. Now the fact spoke louder.
“I am Huang Xuan,” the “man” introduced himself slowly in English.
“I understand Spanish.” Galatea seemed to have forgotten what had happened at the airport. “We can communicate in Spanish.”
Huang Xuan shrugged. Finally, he saw the importance of languages Rolin had been talking about, but he barely knew anything about Spanish. 
“I…” he squeezed out in English.
Then he shut up again. Galatea craned his neck, with her hair hanging down softly. 
“Rolin, can you help me learn foreign languages really fast?”
Rolin complimented Huang Xuan on his spirit. “There are no such ways. Even when the base reaches level 21, it will still need two months.”
That gave Huang Xuan something to expect in the future. He decided to give Galatea a good impression first. He looked at his phone, stood up and said, “Sorry.” Then he rushed out from the back door.
On his way home, he kept reminding Rolin, “Remember Galatea’s looks and then tell me her phone number.”
“No problem,” Rolin gave a pleasant answer.
Huang Xuan decided to work hard on foreign languages. It occurred to him that he didn’t even know where Galatea came from.
Huang Xuan wasn’t used to cutting school. He sat there, panting. He wanted to do something, anything, but his mind was in a mess. He just sat there, absent-minded, until dinner was ready.
“Rolin, should I write her a letter?” 
“To whom?”
“Galatea!” Huang Xuan pronounced that name smoothly.
“That will be a love letter,” Rolin said honestly. Huang Xuan’s face went pink. He mumbled something and started writing. Then came the problem. Since he had never written a love letter before, and he wasn’t good at writing, writing a love letter to a foreigner seemed beyond him.
“Hey, any good ideas?” He had to ask Rolin for help.
“What?” 
“The love letter. Do you know how to write one?”
“No,” Rolin said bluntly.
“I am hurt. I can’t believe you refused to help me when I need you so much,” Huang Xuan pretended to grieve.
Rolin didn’t fall for it but still offered his help: “I suggest you translate an ancient Chinese love poem.”
“Poem?” Poems were good. His father loved literature. Huang Xuan nodded his head in satisfaction. “But which one to translate?”
“An Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River by Cao Zhi1,” Saying this, Rolin started translating it and displayed the Chinese and Greek versions to Huang Xuan by energy projection. Meanwhile, he read in a low voice,
“She has a thin neck and fair skin,
She doesn’t wear make-up and ties her hair up high,
Her eyebrows curve slightly,
Her lips are red and her teeth white, 
Her eyes are sparkling,
With dimples in her cheeks, she is so beautiful and elegant,
She speaks gently and charmingly…”
Although Huang Xuan had heard the story that Cao Zhi had been able to write a poem when he had been seven years old, he had never heard of An Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River. He had spent most of his time fooling around with Liu Penggang.
Even though he didn’t get it, the poem moved Huang Xuan. Art was similar. Whoever could appreciate beauty could do art too.
Rolin was imitating Huang Xuan’s tone as he read the poem. Then he started to read the Greek Version of it, which had been translated beautifully in a classical style. It sounded uncertain, misty, and as peaceful as the moonlight.
Huang Xuan was lost for a minute. When Rolin finished reading, he asked, “Will she believe that I wrote it?”
“She doesn’t know you. As long as you possess this quality when you see her again, it is yours.”
Huang Xuan was encouraged, but he knew himself well. Not to mention writing a poem in Greek, he could barely write an article in Chinese. He couldn’t even finish a composition in months. He didn’t understand why Rolin had insisted on letting him learn foreign languages.
He spread his hands and said, “Fine, I will learn Greek from you, but I can stop it anytime.”
“OK,” Rolin agreed, as long as Huang Xuan was willing to take the first step.
“When shall we begin?”
“The upgrade of the base to level 21 will take about one week. Just wait.”
 
Note:
Cao Zhi (192-232), a poet and essayist of the Han Dynasty.


Many people felt frustrated by the lack of knowledge after time travel.

Many took their laptops with them during time travel and fell into an awkward situation with deficient electricity.

Many others took the troops with them and found that there were only logistics of 19th century.

Countless predecessors had died on the way, numerous on the land of another world. 

A large number of people had achieved both success and fame after time travel, but failed to find the way back home. 

Do you still regret not remembering the formula of glass?
Are you still confused about the ingredients of gunpowder?
Are you still trying to perfect the shape of mirrors?

Nowadays, a lot of colleges and universities are rushing about, looking for sponsorship; many institutions are drifting along the wave of bank notes; a host of experts’ and professors’ subjects have been brought to a halt  because they are short of funds.

There is a solution to every problem.
...



In the room.

Complete silence.

In fact, they had not even prepared the second question. They planned to brush Zhang Ye off with the first, but now under these circumstances, the eight interviewers looked at each other without knowing how to give a score. According to the on-the-spot performance, giving this young man a hundred points was necessary. No, it wasn't too much to give 200!

He had read it in ten seconds? Recited more than 900 words off script?

What sort of godly person could do this?

Previously, the interviewers thought Zhang Ye was an idiot for not having any expression. However, apparently it was because he was extremely confident. He had never found the thousand words a problem. Correspondingly, it was them, as interviewers, who were idiots!

However, if they were to give Zhang Ye a perfect score, then it was equivalent to hiring him. This young man's written test results may have passed, but it was not outstanding amongst the more than 20 people. The differences between the candidates weren't huge, so the interview was the best way to differentiate them. 80 points was a very high score, so giving a perfect score meant that he would definitely be ranked in the top two amongst the more than 20 people. Unfortunately, Zhang Ye's qualifications were not acceptable to them. His looks were too average and even a radio host who usually does not need to show his face would still need to show his face occasionally. For example, there would be activities or public appearances. If his looks did not make the cut, it would affect the listeners after they saw him. Hence, good looks and a tall height were essential.

Li Honglian was in a dilemma, "Old Zhao?"

Zhao Guozhou sighed and said earnestly to Zhang Ye, "Little Zhang, we can tell from the written interview that you are a rare talent. Furthermore, you are a specialized course graduate. We should greatly welcome you, and indeed that is the case. However, you...chose the wrong profession. I do not need to talk about your looks. I assume your college professors have given you advice on that matter. The radio profession is like that. How about this? I'll give you a backdoor and we don't need to have the second interview question. There are many positions in our radio station. As long as it’s a behind-the-scenes position and not a host, you can choose any of them. I will pass you immediately. Bring your things tomorrow and report for work. If you want to go down the road of being a host, then it is really not easy. Think through my words." 

Without a second thought, Zhang Ye said, "Teacher, thank you for your kindness. I know my qualifications make my path arduous. However, I only want to apply to be a broadcasting host." This was his insistence on his dreams. If he were willing to switch to another job, Zhang Ye would have done so long ago. He would not have remained jobless to this day.

Zhao Guozhou waved his hand. This kid sure didn't listen to advice.

Li Honglian also smacked her lips, "Are you sure? Let me give you a warning. The second interview question is harder than the first. It's almost impossible for you to pass. Young lad, it's not that we are purposely making it difficult for you. Interviews are like that. We give a question of appropriate difficulty according to the candidate's qualifications. Your qualifications really can't pass the threshold needed for a broadcasting host. That's why our questions are correspondingly harder. As such, you need to have far more outstanding talent in order to mask the qualifications you lack. I advise you to think over Director Zhao's words."

Wasn't this making it difficult?

You are intentionally making it difficult!

Zhang Ye was a very stubborn man, and insisted, "There is no need to think about it further. Please give your second question."

Li Honglian was exasperated at his failure to be reasonable. She shook her head and was also angry. "Alright, I am in charge of the foreign language channel. There are many English-speaking talents in the station, but we are lacking a person with talent in Russian. This recruiter was originally hoping to get someone who had a basic foundation in Russian. If you can compose a modern poem in Russian that makes us satisfied, then I'll give you full marks for the interview!"

Russian?

He still needed to compose a poem in Russian?

Zhao Guozhou looked sideways at Li Honglian and did not make a sound. It was a tacit consent.

The other interviewers had different expressions on their faces. Zhang Ye had showcased something that had left them speechless. They knew Zhang Ye was someone with ability, but not having good looks in the broadcasting host profession was a lethal blow. Except for a very few people with extremely outstanding talent, very few people could break through this situation. Hence, it could be seen from the second question that Li Honglian was not giving Zhang Ye an inkling of a chance. Russian?  Zhang Ye's resume was right in front of them. The foreign language listed there was only English. That was the only foreign language taught in the university. He wasn't in a foreign language major and, even if he was in a specialized class, a teacher would not be so free as to teach Russian! Without knowing this language, there was no reason to even mention composing poems. If you couldn't even speak it, how could you compose it?

Zhang Ye had already expected that the second question would not be easy, but he never expected it to be of such difficulty. Not a single chance was given to him. And it was in Russian? Zhang Ye wasn't even good at English. He had barely passed the basic eligibility test for graduation, so how could he know some bullsh*t Russian!? Damn it, I have a harder path ahead, just because I'm not good looking? And I need to suffer such unfair treatment and torture? What are you basing it on? What are you basing your decision on that makes you think I can’t make the cut? Why would no one give me a chance? I want fairness! Is that so hard?

Li Honglian's nails were tinkling on her tea cup. "The poem needs to be an original work of yours. Do not read the famous works of the famous Chen Tianmo or Wells. I'm looking at your language skills and also your literature knowledge. These are all related. Begin."

And it had to be an original poem? Another interviewer was even thinking, "What's the point of carrying on? Just get the next person. Even a person who professionally does Russian would not be able to use Russian to compose a poem, much less a person who doesn't know Russian!

Chen Tianmo?

Wells?

Who are they? Why does it sound familiar?

Zhang Ye suddenly recalled. Chen Tianmo was someone he caught a glimpse of when he searched the internet. He was now one of the most famous poets in the country. In the altered world, Zhang Ye's Xu Zhimo poem collection by the window sill had changed into Chen Tianmo's! He had nearly forgotten that this world no longer had Xu Zhimo or Pushkin. Replacing them were this world's poets and works he had never seen before. Zhang Ye finally refocused and had a brilliant flash in his mind. If he had never seen the poems in this world, then this world would definitely not have seen the famous poems of his world!

Zhao Guozhou was slightly sympathetic and added on, "Little Zhang, it's not too late to regret now. My offer still stands. You don't have to take the second question's test. I will arrange for a behind-the-scenes position for you."

Don't take the test?

Why should I not take the test?

Zhang Ye was already fed up. They had made it difficult for him so many times. Were they even done yet? You want an original poem in Russian? Sure! I'll create a poem today just for you! I don't know Russian? So what! Zhang Ye had never learned Russian, but that did not mean he didn't know Russian poems! Were these two sentences contradictory? It was completely not in conflict. Back in his college days, the broadcasting major teachers would create all sorts of difficult problems to train them. For example, Zhang Ye clearly remembered one from the second semester of his third year. Their vocal teacher had brought a Russian pronunciation recording of a famous Russian prose to force Zhang Ye and company to memorize it. Zhang Ye and his classmates found it torturous and took a month before they memorized it. Those days were like a nightmare. But only after memorizing it did Zhang Ye understand his teacher's intentions. His speaking ability and memory had greatly increased. This way of memorizing something not through understanding the meaning behind the words, but directly through the words themselves was very taxing. It was likely that all those who came from the specialized class had such a training experience.

"If you can't do it, let's get the next person." Li Honglian began to chase him away as she flipped to the next resume.

Zhang Ye recalled his Year 3's basic skills and said, "Is prose okay?"

"Prose?" Li Honglian was dumbfounded. You want to do prose? This was even harder than normal modern poems. Furthermore, it was a foreign language’s prose. To Li Honglian, this was on a completely different level of difficulty. She was the only person present who knew Russian. But when she encountered prose, Li Honglian would find it extremely difficult to read it, let alone compose a poem. This Little Zhang sure was good at raising the stakes. "If you want to choose to do the harder prose, I will not stop you. As long as it's an original Russian poem, any theme would do."

"Alright." After he said that, Zhang Ye closed his eyes and stayed silent. He was adjusting his mood.

"Are you done?"

"Why aren't you beginning?"

"Forget it. You haven't even learned Russian. Come again next time for an interview."

"Can you stop wasting our time? There are still others waiting behind you. Go back. Your qualifications are really lacking for a broadcasting host!"

After not getting a response for a long time, the interviewers became more impatient. They began nagging. None of them believed he could speak Russian. Wasn't this a joke!?

As they spoke with doubt and sarcasm, Zhang Ye sounded out from his diaphragm as his eyes opened. The first sentence he said left all the interviewers present gaping!

"Песня-о-буревестнике，Над-седой-равниной-моря-ветер-тучи-собирает，Между-тучами-и-морем-гордо-реет-Буревестник，черной-молнии-подобный."

"Ah?"

"He really could speak it?"

"What language was that?"

Zhao Guozhou’s eyes glazed over as he looked back at Li Honglian, "Old Li? This is?"

The other interviewers stared back at Director Li. They, too, knew that Director Li knew Russian.

But as they looked over, they saw Li Honglian's eyes staring larger than them. Without a word, everyone knew instantly!

What the f**k!

You can even speak Russian!?

Zhang Ye began speaking faster and faster. In his voice, it was mixed with pride and apathetic emotion. This was because this poem needed to be recited with such emotions!

Gorky's "The Song of the Stormy Petrel"!

This was a Russian poem that everyone in his world knew. It was even in middle school textbooks. This poem was also precisely expressing the emotions Zhang Ye was feeling at the moment. He recited it with glee. The last sentence was especially nearly shouted out by him!

"Пусть-сильнее-грянет-буря!"

The poem was done!

Everyone turned silly!


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!

"Brother, you are writing…?"
"This is a poem!"
"You...I mean, what words are these?"
"Calligraphy."
"Your calligraphy...I've never seen this way of writing before. Is this a new type of font?"
When Lu Yuan blew on the ink to dry them, Xu Xiaonian's eyes were wide open as he stared at the words on the paper. He hesitated for a long time before he asked the question.
Lu Yuan's calligraphy was very 'stylish', as chaotic as snakes and dragons. It looked extremely messy.
Xu Xiaonian took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Such a calligraphy style made him feel as though he just saw a ghost. He looked at it for a very long time before he saw the word 'farmer'.
He didn't know why, but at this moment, there were millions of grass mud horses galloping through his heart. In fact, he even began to doubt how Lu Yuan managed to answer the couplet…
"Cough, cough… Actually, I only know how to write nicely using a pen. I'm not that proficient in brush calligraphy...that's why my words are a little slovenly…" Lu Yuan glanced at his own poem, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.
This expression was a little stiff.
"This poem of yours…" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the surroundings and looked at those who were pondering deeply while biting their brushes or scribbling rapidly on their xuan papers. He cast another glance at Lu Yuan who looked completely free from pressure. This caused even more grass mud horses to gallop through Xiaonian's heart...
Although he couldn't tell what the hell Lu Yuan was writing, from Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that the words were definitely nothing good.
"Cough, cough… Actually, I also don't have much talent and don't really know how to write a poem. Hence, I casually wrote something… Eh, brother are you not going to write one? Why are you looking at me…?" Lu Yuan coughed lightly. He increasingly felt that the words he wrote were truly ugly.
"Ah, right… I've forgotten about myself." Xu Xiaonian was shocked awake by Lu Yuan's words. He hurriedly focused and began to ponder about his own poem.
Lu Yuan pretended to seriously look at his own words, but he was sneakily trying to see the words others had written…
When comparing them, he suddenly felt his confidence being impacted!
Forget it…
He did write out all of it in one go, but the things he wrote out...
What the shit was this?
A ghost doodling?
Could it even be shown?
Lu Yuan opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't even recognize any of this dog-shit stuff…
If he handed up this joke of a poem…
Wouldn't he lose face all the way to his granny's house?
He shook his head. After rolling up the first paper he had written on, he dipped his brush in ink again while secretly copying Xu Xiaonian's way of holding the brush. He rewrote his poem slowly. But when Lu Yuan seriously started to write, he discovered that his speed of writing was very slow. 
When Lu Yuan reached the mid-way mark, there were already people handing up their papers…
He looked at those people before glancing at the words he wrote. He ultimately sighed.
How could one's calligraphy improve in the span of a few minutes?
It was indeed ugly-looking, but at the very least… the words written were clear enough, right?
They were only competing in poetry and not how nice the calligraphy was, correct?
But what if they also took the calligraphy into account?
Should he write another poem then?
The quality of words was not beautiful enough, so should he make up for it in quantity?
(In any case, I did a check and no one wrote these two poems before. Even if I wrote them, no one would know.)
(Mn… Should I be shameless or not? Damn, I can't be so shameless!)
Lu Yuan glanced at the others. He eventually gritted his teeth and decided that he might as well go all-out. He wrote another poem at the blank space of the xuan paper.
(How can I be so shameless after all? I'm a plagiarizer! What a sinful person I am!)
Lu Yuan criticized himself for a long time.
......
"Mn, Dao Yuting's calligraphy looks courageous and strong. Although she is a female, the words she wrote are extremely domineering. This [Busy Farming Season] is also very well written. Good, good… As expected from someone who began studying literature at a young age. I feel that this poem can be rated 8.5 points."
"I feel that although the vigor of strokes in her calligraphy isn't bad and the words rhyme, it lacks 'flavor'. It seems a little too lively and romantic. I don't like the feelings this poem inspires. I suggest 8.4 instead."
"Hmm...i think 8.3 is more appropriate. After all, the poem has lost its 'flavor'."
"Shen Rong's [In the Field] is a modern poem containing the style of the current era. I feel we can give him 8.8 points. The moral of the poem isn't bad."
"Why an 8.8?"
"Haha, poems that can get above 8.8 would be something all of us old fellows approve of. Last year, the poem [Sky] managed to obtain this score. I feel that the modern poetry [In the Field] still lacks something. What do you think, Little Xi?"
"Mn, there are a few flaws in the text. The meaning is okay, but it emphasized too much on feelings… I would give it an 8.7."
"Hehe, you are even stricter than us, old fellows. Haha!"
"Mn? Check out this poem, it isn't bad. But who is the one who wrote it? Was it written by Ma Runzhi?"
"Ma Runzhi? That gifted scholar of Yan University?"
"Yea, this young man is exceptionally talented. His [Farmland]'s had sufficient meaning and concept. I think 8.9 is a fair score."
"8.9? It's quite high, right…?"
"Look."
"Oh, not bad, it's really not bad. I will give it 8.9 too. This poem can be considered an outstanding work. Old Li, are you not compiling poems and literary works from modern eras? I feel that this poem can enter your book."
"I think so too. Let's give it 8.9 then. His calligraphy causes my heart to lighten when I see the words. It's excellent."
.........
After the last person handed up his poem, everyone stared at the judging panel ahead.
They could see the old fellows either discussing with each other, sinking into contemplation, or sighing as they were deeply moved.
All of the contestants were filled with trepidation in their hearts.
To them, the monetary reward was nothing. The valuable thing was the evaluation and admiration of these old fellows.
These old men could be considered the cornerstones of China's literature world. All of them were existences the students looked up to. What was more important was that one of the old men was named Li Guonan, someone who was currently writing a [Poetry Anthology of the Modern Era]. If someone's work could enter his book, it would mean that they would be famous and could posture in the literature circle.
"Brother, do you feel very nervous now?"
"Still okay."
"Eh, then are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonan cast a strange look at Lu Yuan's hands.
"No…" Lu Yuan drew in a deep breath and placed his hands honestly on the table.
He was searching for cigarettes out of habit. He clearly knew he hadn't purchased any, but he subconsciously made the motion of searching his pockets.
In this situation, not smoking was something lonesome to Lu Yuan.
After all, waiting was lonely.
When Lu Yuan glanced at the direction of the judges, he saw an old man smoking while reading the xuan papers, and Lu Yuan felt a surge of envy in his heart. In fact, he even felt the impulse of heading over to that old man to get a cigarette.
"Brother, you really want it, right?" Xu Xiaonian stared at Lu Yuan.
"How did you know?"
"Naturally, because I also want to!"
"Oh? Can we go up the stage?"
"How can we go up the stage? We can only wait."
"Can what we want wait?"
"Why can't it wait?"
"Will he come over to give us cigarettes?"
"???" Xu Xiaonian, who originally had a face filled with anticipation, almost fell out of his seat when he heard Lu Yuan's words. When he turned his head and looked at Lu Yuan again, his balls were aching. "Give us cigarettes? You...you…"
"Wait, are we talking about the same topic or not?" Lu Yuan felt somewhat innocent.
"I'm hoping that my poem can enter his book...what are you thinking of?"
"I want to get him to spare me a cigarette. My addiction is kicking in…" Lu Yuan coughed softly. He felt an unbearable feeling as though the skin on his face was about to peel off.
"..." Xu Xiaonian instantly felt his vision turning dark.
What the hell!
.........
"These words are really… is there someone among us whose calligraphy is that bad?"
"Lu Yuan? Mn? [Sympathy for Peasants]?
"Two poems? Isn't it too exaggerated? Did he want to use quantity to make up for his ugly calligraphy?
"Hoeing grains in the blaze of noon."
"Eh… Each seed that's sown in spring?"
"What!"
"Bang!"
"This…"
"This is…"
At the venue, the sound of a judge smacking his palms on the table rang out.
Old Li who was smoking suddenly stood up. His eyes widened, and he was overwhelmed with shock!
Note:
悯农 [Sympathy for Peasants]"
This poem can be split into two parts, both were written by a poet named Li Shen from the Tang Dynasty
For those who are keen, you can find the english translation here: 
https://www.trainchinese.com/v2/wordDiscForWebsite.php?rAp=0&wordId=116399&tcLanguage=en 
https://shawnpowrie.com/chinese/min-nong/


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

A teenager girl is busy in her book . 

what is she reading  ? 

Dragon, legendary monster usually conceived as a huge, bat-winged, fire-breathing, scaly lizard or snake with a barbed tail. The belief in these creatures apparently arose without the slightest knowledge on the part of the ancients of the gigantic, prehistoric, dragon-like reptiles. In Greece the word drakōn, from which the English word was derived, was used originally for any large serpent (see sea serpent), and the dragon of mythology, whatever shape it later assumed, remained essentially a snake.

In general, in the Middle Eastern world, where snakes are large and deadly, the serpent or dragon was symbolic of the principle of evil. Thus, the Egyptian god Apepi, for example, was the great serpent of the world of darkness. But the Greeks and Romans, though accepting the Middle Eastern idea of the serpent as an evil power, also at times conceived the drakontes as beneficent powers—sharp-eyed dwellers in the inner parts of the Earth. On the whole, however, the evil reputation of dragons was the stronger, and in Europe it outlived the other. Christianity confused the ancient benevolent and malevolent serpent deities in a common condemnation. In Christian art the dragon came to be symbolic of sin and paganism and, as such, was depicted prostrate beneath the heels of saints and martyrs.

The dragon's form varied from the earliest times. The Chaldean dragon Tiamat had four legs, a scaly body, and wings, whereas the biblical dragon of Revelation, "the old serpent," was many-headed like the Greek Hydra. Because they not only possessed both protective and terror-inspiring qualities but also had decorative effigies, dragons were early used as warlike emblems. Thus, in the Iliad, King Agamemnon had on his shield a blue three-headed snake, just as the Norse warriors in later times painted dragons on their shields and carved dragons' heads on the prows of their ships. In England before the Norman Conquest, the dragon was chief among the royal ensigns in war, having been instituted as such by Uther Pendragon, father of King Arthur. In the 20th century the dragon was officially incorporated in the armorial bearings of the prince of Wales.

In the Far East, the dragon managed to retain its prestige and is known as a beneficent creature. The Chinese dragon, lung, represented yang, the principle of heaven, activity, and maleness in the yin-yang of Chinese cosmology. From ancient times, it was the emblem of the Imperial family, and until the founding of the republic (1911) the dragon adorned the Chinese flag. The dragon came to Japan with much of the rest of Chinese culture, and there (as ryū or tatsu) it became capable of changing its size at will, even to the point of becoming invisible. Both Chinese and Japanese dragons, though regarded as powers of the air, are usually wingless. They are among the deified forces of nature in Taoism

" Is that so ....?! " She astonished.  
She was a teenager girl who was very much attracted towards mysterious mythological creatures and characters.  She was only 10 years old when she decided to find atleast one of them . Since that day , she is gathering as much as possible information about mysterious mythological characters and beings  . 

Her name is Sia , Sia Sun . 

After finishing reading the book , she tored the pages of the books and threw them into the dustbin and muttered  " I have no need to read it again  ! " 

Here , we come to know about her superintelligence.  Her parents are worried about her . Although they want her to make career into governmental Job instead of giving focus on such things . 

According to them it was nothing else than stupid imaginations made for time pass and have no longer link with the reality.  

But , Forcing to Sia was not cup of there tea . So , unwittingly they are letting her study mythology  . 


After a while.  Sia moved away from her table and pick one another books . This book was quite big  , old and dusty.  
She took it and without losing time she started to read it. 

What is a mermaid?

A mermaid is a mythical sea-dwelling creature, often described as having the head and body of a woman and a fish's tail below the waist.

 

Stories of mermaids have existed for thousands of years and span cultures across the world - from coastal settlements in Ireland to the landlocked Karoo desert in South Africa. The English word mermaid is a compound of "mere" (Old English for sea) and "maid" (a girl or young woman). 

She started to read that book written by Mr.Shun Kay on there long term research on mermaids.  

What does a mermaid symbolise?

With such a rich and varied history, the symbol of the mermaid is as changeable as the sea itself. In some cultures, the mermaid signifies life and fertility within the ocean. In others, she embodies the destructive nature of the water, luring sailors to their deaths — serving as an omen for storms, unruly seas and disaster. 

 

Here are a few of the myths and legends of mermaids that have reached our shores: 

In West, South and Central Africa, a range of tales exist about mythical water spirits called Mami Wata (meaning "Water as Mother" or "Mother of the Waters").

 

As these spirits or divinities stem from multiple African cultures with ancient roots, there is no singular characteristic to their identity. Mami Wata's gender is fluid, meaning she can sometimes appear as a man or woman. The spirit is worshipped for both their benevolence in offering beauty, healing and wisdom, and as a way of warding off natural disasters. 

 

Following colonialism and the rise of the slave trade in the 1600s, the stories and beliefs of Mami Wata spread across the globe and remain an important source of spiritual connection with African communities seeking to reclaim their traditions and cultural identities. 

Ancient Greece and Rome: Sirens and Mermaids

The mermaids of Greek and Roman mythology are considerably close to the appearance and character of the European myths we think about today.

Many ancient Greek myths equate sirens with mermaids. However, while they share many characteristics, they are now seen as two different entities. 

A famous Greek folktale claimed that Alexander the Great's sister, Thessalonike was transformed into a mermaid upon her death in 295 BC and lived in the Aegean sea.

 

Whenever a ship passed, she would ask the sailors one question: "Is King Alexander alive?" If the sailors answered correctly, declaring "He lives and reigns and conquers the world," Thessalonike would allow the ship to continue on its journey. Any other answer was said to anger her, and she would conjure a storm and doom the vessel and its sailors to a death at sea. 

Eastern Europe: Rusalki

Often translated as "mermaid," the Rusalki are water nymphs of Slavic mythology.

While initially regarded as benevolent spirits of fertility and agriculture, Rusalki gained a more sinister description in the 1800s. They were believed to be the ghosts of women who died violent deaths by drowning. In their anger and sorrow, the Rusalki now lured men and children to their watery graves.

Ireland - Merrows

Female merrows, with their beauty and long green hair, resemble our traditional views of mermaids. Their counterpart, the male merrow is considered grotesque, cruel and more fish than man. The ruthless nature of the male merrow is why the creatures were said to have relationships with humans. 

Southeast Asia - Suvannamaccha


Southeast Asian folklore includes the story of a mermaid princess, Suvannamaccha (meaning "golden fish").

 

In the Ramayana, the countries retellings of the Indian epic poem, one of the heroes, Hanuman attempts to build a bridge of stones across the sea.

 

His plans are hampered by Suvannamaccha who has been instructed to prevent the causeway's completion. The two meet and fall in love and Suvannamaccha ends up helping Hanuman finishing the path. The mermaid is now seen as a herald of good luck and her figure is depicted in charms, streamers and icons throughout Cambodia, Thailand and Lao. 

Scottish Isles and Scotland - Selkie

While not exactly "fishy" the Scottish selkie has often been connected to mermaid mythology.

 

These shape-shifting creatures live as seals while in the sea and transform into humans while on land. In Gaelic stories, they are often described as "maighdean-mhara" meaning "maiden of the sea." In their stories, selkies are uncertain creatures. There are stories of them tempting people into the water, but others where they cast off their seal skins, marry humans and begin families.

 

These tales usually end in tragedy when the selkie returns to the oceans, with or without their loved ones. 

Western Europe: Melusine

A feminine spirit found in many medieval European folktales, the Melusine has a serpent or fish's tail and sometimes has wings. Hungary, France and Germany all have different accounts of Melusine. The most famous legend describes her as a willful girl who tries to get revenge on her human father on behalf of her fairy mother, only to be punished by her mother with a tail.



Southeast Asian folklore includes the story of a mermaid princess, Suvannamaccha (meaning "golden fish").

 

In the Ramayana, the countries retellings of the Indian epic poem, one of the heroes, Hanuman attempts to build a bridge of stones across the sea.

 

His plans are hampered by Suvannamaccha who has been instructed to prevent the causeway's completion. The two meet and fall in love and Suvannamaccha ends up helping Hanuman finishing the path. The mermaid is now seen as a herald of good luck and her figure is depicted in charms, streamers and icons throughout Cambodia, Thailand and Lao. 

Scottish Isles and Scotland - Selkie

While not exactly "fishy" the Scottish selkie has often been connected to mermaid mythology.

 

These shape-shifting creatures live as seals while in the sea and transform into humans while on land. In Gaelic stories, they are often described as "maighdean-mhara" meaning "maiden of the sea." In their stories, selkies are uncertain creatures. There are stories of them tempting people into the water, but others where they cast off their seal skins, marry humans and begin families.

 

These tales usually end in tragedy when the selkie returns to the oceans, with or without their loved ones. 

Western Europe: Melusine

A feminine spirit found in many medieval European folktales, the Melusine has a serpent or fish's tail and sometimes has wings. Hungary, France and Germany all have different accounts of Melusine. The most famous legend describes her as a willful girl who tries to get revenge on her human father on behalf of her fairy mother, only to be punished by her mother with a tail.



[ The information is needed for readers to understand the further story . ]


Being bored by reading the same stuff she had read in several another books  , she tored that book like the previous one .

And one more books with tored pages made its home down into her big dustbin.

Sia Sun , a teenager girl summoned the mysterious creatures back to the human world by breaking a seal unknowingly .

The time when mermaids , dragons and different mythological creatures came in front of Sia . They called her the mythical Phoenix Queen who suffered from a rebirth and the aim of her life is to destroy the humanity .

" Ah....I am dreaming again. " Sia said to herself and ran away from them . 

What is the truth ? Is she really dreaming ? 
What is written in her fate ? To become our female lead or to become our biggest villain . 

Go and read it for the answer......

"You know that too?!" Bai Shuang acted very surprised but looked so fake that Gu Nianzhi almost rolled her eyes.
"Haha. Is that very difficult?" Gu Nianzhi pouted at the handwritten English poem. "I knew it after reading it once..."
The corners of Bai Shuang's lips twitched.
Who would be bored enough to read an English poem and deliberately count how many letters and words were in it?!
Maybe academic geniuses were actually a different species from ordinary people like them.
Bai Shuang stopped humoring Gu Nianzhi and said, "I see. That's really interesting."
"How is it interesting?" Gu Nianzhi didn't react at the moment, since she was too busy thinking about the two numbers in her head.
Was there any special meaning to them?
Her mind began to work as she remembered the address of the bank. It seemed to be number 86?
Precisely speaking, it was 86 Banking Street.
This kind of clue...
Gu Nianzhi was about to kneel down.
Who would think about it that way?!
But perhaps this kind of information would reveal itself when the handwritten English poem was analyzed using large amounts of data.
Gu Nianzhi turned away and looked at Bai Shuang as she said, "I just seemed to remember something."
"What did you think of?" Bai Shuang's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Gu Nianzhi's shoulder. "Hurry up and tell me what you thought of!"
Gu Nianzhi was speechless as she glanced at Bai Shuang's hand grabbing her shoulder. What was she so excited about?
She slowly replied, "...I think the address of this place was also number 86, right? 86 Banking Street."
She had caught a glimpse on the online map when she searched for this place on her phone.
86 Banking Street.
This was the address.
"Oh?! That's right! What a coincidence! You are so smart!"
Bai Shuang released Gu Nianzhi's shoulders and patted her back so hard that she almost pushed Gu Nianzhi over with her great strength.
Zhao Liangze hurriedly came over to support Gu Nianzhi and asked Bai Shuang unhappily, "Bai Shuang, what are you doing?"
"I'm complimenting her. Do you have a problem with that?" Bai Shuang raised her eyebrows. "Nianzhi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that just now."
Gu Nianzhi frowned slightly and said, "I'm fine. But Miss Bai, I still can't figure out what is going on, so I want to go back and think about it carefully."
Zhao Liangze glared at Bai Shuang. "I would have an easier time believing you if you apologized with more sincerity!" he said.
Bai Shuang got upset and rolled her eyes. "Forget it. Everything I do is wrong if you have prejudice against me. I was too nosy today, so I will leave now. Take your time looking around." She turned around and walked away.
Zhao Liangze frowned and glanced at her back, feeling very uncomfortable.
Gu Nianzhi's dark eyes tracked the movements of Bai Shuang's back until she had walked out of sight. Gu Nianzhi then finally patted Zhao Liangze's hand and whispered, "It's ok, Brother Ze. I'm ok."
Zhao Liangze averted his eyes and let go of Gu Nianzhi's arm as he murmured, "It's good that you're ok. It's good that you're ok."
Gu Nianzhi looked back at the handwritten English poem again. She already had an idea in her mind, so she suggested going back for now.
She wanted to filter her thoughts again since there were too many mysteries. She couldn't believe it herself...
Dejected, Zhao Liangze escorted her away and went straight back to the apartment-style hotel suite they were renting.
...
As soon as Bai Shuang came out of the bank's gate, a taxi stopped on the side of the road.
Bai Shuang opened the door and realized that Li Dexi was sitting in the back seat.
She quickly got in and nodded at Li Dexi, saying, "You are here too."
"Drive," Li Dexi commanded, then asked Bai Shuang, "How was it? Did they find the clue?"
Bai Shuang replied confidently, "Although it was rather difficult, I guided them step by step."
"...Did you see any signs of Huo Shaoheng?" Li Dexi asked calmly. "If you can't get rid of him, your trip will be in vain."
Bai Shuang frowned while she twisted the straps of her small backpack with both hands. "You haven't discovered his whereabouts, either?"
"We only found out that Gu Nianzhi came here with someone. There was a man who came with her." Li Dexi's gaze was heavy, and he was a little unhappy himself. "I don't know if it is him or not."
"...It must be Zhao Liangze accompanying Gu Nianzhi, right?" Bai Shuang blinked. "He said he came here to vacation with her, but he didn't mention Huo Shaoheng."
"It's a pity that the airport here doesn't have many surveillance cameras installed. It is impossible for us to check every single person coming through," the driver sitting in the front row interjected.
Bai Shuang was not surprised by any of this.
Li Dexi came prepared this time, so of course, everything was arranged.
"That's not surprising. If this wasn't the case, how could this be an arena of battle for multiple countries?" Bai Shuang smiled. "The government agencies in Cape Town are basically useless. Everyone employs their own armed forces to protect their own interests."
From shops to residents, the wealthy people hired security companies to guard their territory.
Those who had no money must resign to fate.
Although there was no racial discrimination against black people here, the economy and public security had fallen behind too much.
Li Dexi nodded in satisfaction. He thought Bai Shuang was a very good candidate. If she succeeded in helping them set up the scene this time around and lure Huo Shaoheng into the trap, he would really consider training her to work under him.
"But if Huo Shaoheng really came with them, the number of men you brought is probably not enough to deal with him," Bai Shuang replied softly. "Mr. Li Dexi, I hope that you can oversee this in person. You have no idea how terrifyingly strong Huo Shaoheng is. My target is him. If I fail, I won't have a second chance."
For this level of mission, Li Dexi would not typically be present. Instead, he would wait and see nearby as the dispatching commander.
But this time, things were different.
This time, their trap was closing in. After spending so much time, manpower, and material resources, Li Dexi didn't want to see all his efforts be in vain in the end.
Moreover, Huo Shaoheng was actually very powerful. Reinitz could not participate, so Li Dexi would truly be worried if anyone else commanded this mission.
He considered it for a while and replied languidly, "As long as I can confirm that Huo Shaoheng will show up, I will personally bring men there to assist you.
"Bai Shuang, you will be there to see him fall under your feet, and you can even shoot him a few times," Li Dexi said with a smile, a hint of excitement on his typically benevolent face.
"Really?" Bai Shuang frowned suspiciously. "I doubt it. You don't know anything about his abilities..."
"I know nothing?" Li Dexi snorted. "Girl, we know a lot more than you could ever imagine."
"Oh? Really? What are they?" Bai Shuang asked curiously.
Li Dexi laughed without saying anything.
Bai Shuang waited for a while but didn't ask anything else when Li Dexi didn't speak again. She changed the subject and said, "Actually, I don't know if this mission will be successful. I can only do my best. The point is, I don't know what you've hidden in that bank and why it attracts them."
"That thing was not hidden by us; we only discovered it accidentally." Li Dexi laughed. "If they need further clues, you might as well suggest that it is a set of data," he said.
"Data? Hidden in the bank?" Bai Shuang asked in confusion. "Shouldn't all data be hidden on computers?"
Li Dexi glanced at her and said with a smile, "If you give them this hint, they will believe you even more."
Judging from Li Dexi's observation, Zhao Liangze actually had feelings for Bai Shuang. This made things much easier.
A man loses his mind when he falls in love, so Bai Shuang had a real chance of success.
Bai Shuang was not so optimistic. She asked with gleaming eyes, "...Is this related to my father?"
"Your father? Oh no, that thing is much more important than what your father provided."
Bai Shuang, "..."
Seeing Bai Shuang's obviously dejected expression, Li Dexi said with a smile, "However, the data provided by your father was not bad either. With the clues he provided, our CIA destroyed many of your country's contact points in North America. We nearly wiped them all out."
Bai Shuang's expression was not very happy after hearing this information, either.
"My dear, are you not happy to hear about that?" Li Dexi asked keenly as he narrowed his scheming eyes.
Bai Shuang quickly shook her head, saying, "It's not a matter of being unhappy. I was just thinking that my father's crimes didn't warrant death. I can't accept the fact that they executed him in private."
"Hehe, you don't understand at all. At that time, your father was under the strict protection of our people. Aside from a private execution, they had no chance of getting your father back to the country."
This was their only method of dealing with traitors, too.
However, Li Dexi did not say this since Bai Shuang would definitely lose her temper if he mentioned such a thing...
The girl had a deep affection for her father, so Li Dexi felt as though he could understand Bai Shuang's choices and actions.
"But, your protective measures still failed." Bai Shuang stared at Li Dexi and asked suspiciously, "You really have a way of getting rid of Huo Shaoheng? I still doubt that it will work."
"Then you should just wait and see." Li Dexi laughed as he dispelled his last trace of doubt towards Bai Shuang.
In order to make Bai Shuang pledge her life to them, Li Dexi had to give her more incentive. "This is for you. From now on, you will be one of us. This badge is your nameplate," he said.
Li Dexi handed Bai Shuang an envelope and said with a smile, "It contains your user name and password. Use this account and password to log in to the CIA website and go to your personnel page to update your information. See if you are satisfied with your salary.
"Agent Bai, welcome aboard."


Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her. 

His eyes were dark and serious. "...Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours." 

Gu Nianzhi: "!!!"

Disclaimer: The following stories contains sexual assault, rape, nonconsensual acts, mentally abusive relationships, and violence towards women. Readers are advised to proceed with caution.

All are teasing her in the Classroom and in the Hostel too. She couldn't tolerate all these. Everyone teasing her. Rose got angry . She told everything about this to her close friend Sonal. How dare he likes me?... Doesn't he knows how he is looking??...And I don't like him at all . I will never like him. I just hate him. How dare that Migrated Boy likes me??.... 
Milan was Migrated from another school And Rose had never liked him.  
Sonal Advised her to Scold Milan and tried to feel some enthusiasm in Rose to Scold him. 
Sonal and Rose both asked Milan to wait for some time as they need to talk to him. 
After Class is over, They both started scolding him.  How dare you likes me???...Rose asked. What you saw  which turns you to like me?? Is anything special in me?? And remember one thing, I don't like you. I don't even think about this. I will never like you. And How dare you announced that you likes me in the Classroom??? Because of you everyone is teasing me. I want to kill you. If you likes me than why not you told to me??? Why you announced this in the Classroom??? Because of you... All Boys will pass bad comments to me. Why you did that??? He didn't say anything and Started Sobbing. 
Actually to love someone and propose someone in their school is like a crime. Now all teachers will know this. Lady teachers used to Scold Girls when the thing is about love and any boy. It was very strict. And Girls and Boys were not allowed to talk with each other if its no5 very necessary they can't even see each other directly and touch by mistake is like a big crime in that school. So Being loved by someone is ok but if it is known by someone than it will be spread all over the school and its a very big deal for both Boys and girls.

All she was thinking in her mind and got very angry and Scolded her like You Migrated Boy from another school behave properly like a migrated boy. Don't even try to think about me like this. And I just hate you.  Than Milan also got angry by hearing this 'Migrated Boy'. He Said loudly, I am not a bad boy. And tried to protect himself.
After all these Discussion Rose and Sonal Went out of the class and discussing about this matter only.

And Here in Hostel Everyone teasing her Continuously. Rose was feeling very Bad.  
The next morning, It was spread everywhere. even teachers had also known to this.
When all were in the Classroom, Suddenly English Teacher started teasing, Rose, What happened? Why are you so Silent today? and smiling like something is happened. And Milan, What happened to you? Why you are in the last bench? Looking very Sad today?Is everything fine? Than again Smiling. Whole class is smiling. 
Now, Rose rushed out of the class and thought what is happening with me.

Suddenly, one girl from her class came and reading a poem loudly saying listen everyone, It is written by Milan for Rose. and after this all laughed badly. and Started reading what is written in this poem. 
Shortly , the meaning of that poem was You don't love me. but, I Love you a lot. As you don't love me, you will love someone and marry to him . whenyou will be celebrating your first night with your husband i will be dying. When you will be going with your husband i will be going to graveyard.

The Word 'First Night' Oh god! He has written this..... everyone laughed...Oh Rose! He loves you a lot and written by Red ink. Red is the sign of Love.
Someone Said.

Rose listened everything and hatred a lot. She thought how could be written about my first night. How could someone write this. She felt very disgusted. 
I just hate that boy.

When they have gone to Class in the evening A Boy from her class Said her How could you scold someone like this?? Why you Scolded him?? What you told him that he has not eaten anything From yesterday and Sitting alone Crying. He didn't even talk with anyone and Blamed Rose.

Rose got depressed. She had thought It was not her fault . She doesn't like him so she can't accept his proposal.

अभिव्यंजना is a Sanskrit / Hindi word which means 'expression of ideas, thoughts and feelings'.
I am a blogger, author, musician and a poet. I write in Hindi, Urdu and English. This particular book is for my Hindi Poems. I also plan to publish another one especially for my English Poem Collection.
I created my first poem when I was in 6th grade / class. It was year 2000. It was a silly one of course. The first poem that won me a prize was " Plantation" (Hindi Poem) and "Adventures of India" ( an English Poem) in 2003 while I was in High School in a Rural Town.

Later I posted some poems in my blog, and at the request of a few Readers created a Separate Blog titled 'Abhivyanajanaa' www.abhivyanjanaa.blogspot.com 
I decided to share my poems here to see the response based on which I may write Novels and Short Stories in Hindi as well.

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Depth (Story Poem)

Poems

Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

I’m Really a Superstar

I Really Didn't Want to Be Famous

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Mrunal Urankar

Hello, Mr. Major General

A True Story of Love and Hate

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