This is a fictional story. It was my imagination ever since I’m 8... Spring is the girl’s name. She controls the spring season... Let’s see what can she do! ? This book has a lot of action! But I’m female!

"A riddle?" I asked.

"Yep. Four of them to be exact. One for each side of the brazier." she sighed. "And they really gave a thought to it! Because some actually has a rhyming scheme when translated to English!"

"Four?" I asked again. I then proceeded to read the first one out loud.

"A passage that goes around
Will lead one on what to be found
Guess the Right answer so you may find
The treasure I wish to leave behind
One I wish to protect"

I paused then a bulb lighted on me head and realized something.

"The map of the tomb!"

They all gave me a skeptical look.

"Look," I showed them the map I recreated from memory. "As you can see, it's very confusing right? Especially with many traps along the way. I have always wondered why there were many corridors and pitchfork paths and somehow some of them lead to nowhere! So that's why! It's a maze! And the only path to the main chamber is actually a spiral!"

"A what now?"

"Guys… look… we are here." I pointed at the box that was at the very beginning of the map. "This is the first chamber. Once we exit this one there will be a long corridor where dangers may lurk. After that there will be two separate roads." I sighed. "After that I'm not too sure anymore. The correct path can be the one on the left or it could be the other one."

"How about… we find the exit of this place first?" Seven suggested. "Then we think of something about that later."

"Good idea." Artemis said.

"Uh guys?" Calvin's voice echoed inside the chamber. "Is this supposed to be like this?"

We all turned to his direction.

"The fire's dying out."

We all gathered around the brazier and saw that the fire was really getting dimmer and the surroundings started getting darker. Torches on the walls started lighting up one by one like a sequence with blue fire.

"How did that happen?" I heard Mister Fa murmur.

"I think… it will be better not to know." Kyle commented.

As the fire dimmed in the brazier, the fire on the torched burned brighter. It continued to do that until the blazing inferno in the brazier totally burned out.

"Uhm… Where's the ash?" Blake asked.

I looked down at the bottom of the brazier and saw that it was spotless. There were no ashes nor coals or even a speck of dust. But then…

"There are letters." I said. "English letters."

"What? How the hell did a two thousand year old tomb inscribe English letters?" questioned Xander.

I didn't know how to answer Xander's question. I was as stumped as he was on that note.

"It seems to be buttons." commented Jessa.

I studied the image and true enough the English letters were inside a square.

"Do you think one of the poems is a clue?" Artemis asked.

I scanned the four poems. Then one of it caught my attention.

"The password is as simple as can be
You never thought it would be
Among the seasons of earth
Let me give you a clue
My last name is Liu but my middle name is Shen"

And everybody was confused again.

"Seasons of the earth. This poem is the clue to solve the password problem. One of the four seasons is the answer!" I said.

"So," Calvin paused. "Which one? Spring, summer, winter or fall?"

"But he left a clue though." Blake interrupted. "Remember? He stated his last name and middle name. Wait, do they even use middle names back then?"

"Liu… Liu…" Xander kept muttering.

"Liu? Six?" Kyle questioned. "Liu is green, well at least there is a character that translates to that."

"Green. Green…"

"Spring?"

"No. Spring time brings abundance of colors because flowers bloom in that season." Mister Fa suggested. "So it should be summer."

"Summer…" I muttered. "But why did he mention his mother's family name? His middle name?"

Wait… middle?

""Midsummer!"" Artemis and I exclaimed at the same time.

I pushed the letters that spelled midsummer. There was a low rumble and a section of the wall on my left opened like an elevator door.

"Good job Lei!" Artemis exclaimed.

"Okay, everybody let's go." Fa Xiao Min ordered.

I eyed my friends and we entered.

***

After walking in the dark corridor for what seemed to be hours while dodging traps along the way we finally reached the forked path.

"So which way?" asked Jessa.

"What do you think Calvin?"

Calvin only looked at me confusedly but he did not retort. He actually stopped for a few seconds to think.

"Well separating will be dangerous so why don't we take the right." he said.

"Why the right?" Kyle asked.

"Err… The first poem. There was a line that said 'Guess the Right answer so you may find'. Now what if the word right isn't just referring to the correct answer but also the direction?"

I was impressed. Calvin actually thought of something. I agreed with his decision and we chose the path to the right. About an hour later we reached a door. It was made of a big slab of stone with dragon designs on it. The door was very massive like a bank vault door and it definitely looked very impressive.

One of Mister Fa's men tried to open it but the door didn't budge.

"Well?" he turned to me.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward. I shined my flashlight to the door to look for clues. The longer I stared at the door I could make out the ancient Han characters for poem and polite. It was hastily scribbled to the door like somebody carved it using a knife or something.

"Poem about politeness?" I scanned my notes for the poem again and found one poem about it.

"Politeness lets you be treated nicely
Courtesy is used scarcely
The two let you earn respect in society
Be careful not to be feisty
But do choose carefully who to be really polite with"


""So… Be polite?"" Xander and Blake asked at the same time.

"His words speak the truth." I commented.

"How do we act polite? To a door." Calvin asked.

"Simple." Artemis stepped forward. "We knock. Gently."

Artemis walked to the door and knocked on it gently thrice. At first nothing really happened but a few seconds later the doors swung open on its own.

"See? Be polite. So next time, try to knock and be nice on people instead of kidnapping them." she flipped her hair and started walking.

I only smirked at her actions and was amused at Mister Fa's miffed reaction.

We all entered the door and were greeted by yet another long corridor. I could hear the complaints of the younger ones, namely Blake and Calvin. We were about to walk further when an arrow suddenly came out of nowhere and struck one of Fa Xiao Min's men. It hit him right on the throat and immediately died.

"Traps." I muttered. "Everybody stay where you are!"

I looked around and found out that it was Fa Xiao Min himself that stepped on the trigger.

"And don't move."

I took out the map and studied the traps that were found along the corridor.

"So there should be poisoned arrows, a pit full of spikes and poisoned strings at the very end. Kind of like laser beams except its strings. And it's also color coded. I read one of my family's books about poisons written by Zhang Li Er himself and was co-authored by General Shen Yu. Red will knock you out, yellow will make you hallucinate, blue will make you dizzy and black will immediately kill you."

"HA?!" was Calvin's reaction.

"It's a family thing or maybe an inside joke between them, Anyway according to the information I have for this kind of trap, three will have to get to the other side first to disable the traps."

"We'll need nimble people for this one." Kyle voiced out.

"I'll go." Artemis replied.

"What? No!" her older brother immediately reacted. "Healers should stay in the rear! Not charge into danger!"

"Sounds like you don't trust me big brother."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know, but who else can actually go there? I'm very nimble and flexible and I suppose Jessa as well. I'll be fine Kyle. Trust me, okay?"

Kyle turned to Mister Fa. "If something happens to my sister I'll flail you alive."

The sight would've been comical since Kyle towered over Fa Xiao Min for like a foot and the latter had a very terrified expression on his face but the place was full of danger and nobody really dared to laugh.

In the end Artemis, Jessa and Calvin were the ones who would disable the traps. Jessa volunteered while Calvin was forced to do it. But the guy was nimble since he also used to do parkour before becoming a trainee. Plus to disable the traps a drop of blood from the Liu bloodline was needed.

"Okay these commlinks should work. When you get there just point the camera to anything that seems suspicious. I'll talk you guys through." I said.

"Can't you come with us?" Calvin asked. "It'll be easier you know."

"I can't. Once you get there should only be three platforms. The extra person will be ejected or worse, killed."

"Then replace me." he cried.

I looked at him with a blank expression and gave him a flat out no.

***

Artemis dodged an arrow and jumped as the floor she was about to step into vanished. Jessa, who was just right behind her, followed suit and landed safely. Calvin though really surprised us. He moved at a fast pace and was the first one to reach the poisoned strings. He was able to dodge all the other traps at a hair's width.

The three of them carefully entered the trap of the strings. They took careful steps to avoid any of it.

"Jessa! Watch out!" I heard Calvin yell. I watched the feedback from Calvin's camera and saw that Jessa lost her footing and was about to fall on a red string. Luckily, Calvin caught her, well he sort of hugged to save her and also to make up for the tight space.

"Thanks." I heard her over the comms.

"Uhm… Yeah…"

I just heard Artemis scoff then the three of them continued making their way to the other side of the strings.

A few minutes later just as they were about to exit the trap, I heard Calvin yelp. I took a look in the camera and saw that he got cut.

"Calvin!" I called. "What color did that?"

"It was blue, I think." he said uneasily. "I feel… kind of dizzy."

"Artemis! Jessa!"

""On it!""

I watched as the two held Calvin and dragged him on one of the pedestals found in the room. The two then went to the other two.

The pedestals were stuck to the wall with a hole at the wall it was stuck into. I told them to put their hands on the hole.

Jessa complained about it but Artemis shushed her and the three of them put their hands inside. Another yelp came from Calvin and the entire corridor shook.

The automatic crossbows died down, the holes on the floor got sealed up and the strings retracted to the walls.

Once we made sure that it was safe we all took our things and rushed to the three's direction.

When I arrived, I saw Artemis tending to Calvin who was complaining about how dizzy he was and that how much he wanted to vomit.

"Give me a sedative to calm him down." Artemis ordered. "He can just sleep it off and when he wakes up, he will no longer have that feeling."

Kyle gave her a syringe which she immediately injected to the groaning Calvin. A few seconds later he calmed down and fell asleep.

"He needs rest. We all need rest so let's camp here." she said.

Nobody complained. We were pretty tired.

Everyone set up their gears and lied down. I, on the other hand headed to the next chamber. I decided to check it out to make some plans but with what I saw the idea was immediately thrown out the window.

When I woke up the next day (it was… I checked it with Jessa's phone) I went back to the chamber with my gear. The rest of my companions followed suit.

"Welcome to the second chamber." I announced. "The Sphinx's Room."

"Ha?" Xander exclaimed. "Wait… isn't the sphinx a creature from western mythologies? Why would an ancient Chinese tomb have it?"

"Well I'm as clueless as you on that one, but if it's true that the mysterious lady, Hauria, really did exist and that she was from the future then there's a possibility that she was the one that influenced them with all… this." I said.

"Now, we have to answer riddles?" Blake whined. "I hate riddles. I suck at them."

"Sush. The sphinx will ask us five riddles. If we answer four correctly, then we can pass."

"Did you find that in your family's files as well?" Kyle asked.

"No. It's written there." I pointed to the wall where ancient Han characters were written.

"Oh."

"We have to get closer." I announced.

We all made our way closer to the sphinx statue. Once we were only a few feet away, the sphinx's eyes glowed bright green.

"Answer my questions and thou shall pass." it said in a taunting voice. Well the mouth wasn't moving but there was a voice coming out from the sphinx.

"Hey, is it just me or the voice is familiar?" Jessa asked.

All eyes were suddenly on me.

"What?"

"The voice from the sphinx, it sounds like you." Jessa said.

I only stayed silent because somehow it was true but before we could argue about it, the sphinx already asked its first question.

"During the 21st century, what is the capital of Japan?"

"Uhm…Tokyo?" Kyle answered with a tone of uncertainty.

"Correct! What is the symbol for the element potassium?"

"K!" Blake answered.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Artemis interrupted.

"What is it child? I still have three more questions to ask you know."

"What kind of questions are those? You're pulling a Mark of Athena right now! Aren't you supposed to ask riddles? Like, 'what walks four feet in the morning, two in the afternoon and three in the evening?' And the answer will be 'man'?" she reasoned.

"Well Hauria said that it will be obvious and predictable so we changed it to this."

"Hauria?"

"Yes. Hauria, Fen, Li Er and I created this entire place after all."

His words made me stop and work the cogs of my brain.

"You're Liu Qing!" I exclaimed.

"Nothing but a remnant I'm afraid. Something Hauria calls a mere memory. Anyway, next question! If x is equals to 6 then what is the answer to this equation? Three x squared plus x minus 3? You have thirty seconds…"

"A hundred eleven!" Xander shouted almost immediately which made us turn our heads to him. "What?"

"That fast?" Seven asked.

"Well, it was easy. And I like math." he grinned.

"Fourth question. How many months in a year have twenty-eight days?"

We got stumped on this one… It wasn't even a riddle or a simple question. It was a trick question.

"Twelve!" Xander exclaimed again.

"Are you sure?" Blake asked him.

"Very."

"Correct! Would you like to answer the last question?" asked the sphinx.

"What do we get in return?"

"Nothing really. I'm only a guardian."

"Then pass." I answered.

"Okay then! You answered four questions correctly! Give a reward to that kid who answered two questions. You may pass."

"Wait!" I shouted. "If you're really Liu Qing's remnant, just who is Hauria? And why do you have Rexon language in your tomb?"

The sphinx was silent but then I heard him chuckle.

"I see… Well, figure out the answer yourself. It will come to you sooner or later. You're smart, I'm sure you can. You already have enough clues and help to get to my chamber, do your best."

The glow in the sphinx's eyes died down and everything became silent for a moment. Seven tapped my shoulder.

"You okay?" I nodded. "What did you talk with the sphinx anyway? None of us could understand it."

"Huh? What are you-"

"You spoke in a language none of us could understand."

I then realized that I just conversed with the sphinx in Rexon.

'Just who the hell is Liu Qing?'

Lei Zhang has always known what he wants and it is not to be what his father wanted him to be. Armed with memories not of earth, he tries to cope with the fact that the friends he has now were the same friends he used to have in his old life, only quite different. Same faces, but entirely different people. When he thought he had finally escaped his fate and started living a mundane life, his destiny came chasing him, and the friends he came to love got dragged into it. Let's not forget one Artemis Hunter who turns out to be more unordinary than she already is.


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A/N: I appreciate honest and helpful opinions.

Xoxo,
White_May (Bai_Wu_Yue)

"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…

It is likely that the traditional use of narcissi for the treatment of cancer was due to the presence of isocarbostyril constituents such as narciclasine, pancratistatin and their congeners.

Acetylcholine esterase inhibition has attracted the most interest as a possible therapeutic intervention, with activity varying by a thousandfold between species, and the greatest activity seen in those that contain galantamine or epinorgalanthamine.

The rodent repellant properties of Narcissus alkaloids have been utilised in horticulture to protect more vulnerable bulbs.

In the West, the narcissus is perceived as a symbol of vanity, in the East as a symbol of wealth and good fortune, while in Persian literature, the narcissus is a symbol of beautiful eyes.

Western Culture
In western culture, the daffodil is also associated with spring festivals such as Lent and its successor Easter. In Germany, the wild narcissus, N. pseudonarcissus, is known as the Osterglocke or "Easter bell." In the United Kingdom, the daffodil is sometimes referred to as the Lenten lily.

Although prized as an ornamental flower, some people consider narcissi unlucky, because they hang their heads implying misfortune. White narcissi, such as N triandrus "Thalia", are especially associated with death and have been called grave flowers. In Ancient Greece, narcissi were planted near tombs, and Robert Herrick describes them as portents of death, an association which also appears in the myth of Persephone and the underworld. 

.The poet Ovid also dealt with the mythology of the narcissus. In his Metamorphoses, he recounts the story of the youth Narcissus who, after his death, is turned into the flower, and it is also mentioned in Book 5 of his poem Fasti. This theme of metamorphosis was broader than just Narcissus; for instance see crocus, laurel, and hyacinth

"The poem I will recite now about myself, you must all have read in your English class. It was written by William Wordsworth."

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: –
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.

Although there is no clear evidence that the flower's name derives directly from the Greek myth, this link between the flower and the myth became firmly part of western culture. The narcissus or daffodil is the most loved of all English plants and appears frequently in English literature. Many English writers have referred to the cultural and symbolic importance of Narcissus. No flower has received more poetic description except the rose and the lily, with poems by authors from John Gower, Shakespeare, Milton, Wordsworth, Shelley, and Keats. Frequently the poems deal with self-love derived from Ovid's account. Gower's reference to the yellow flower of the legend has been assumed to be the daffodil or Narcissus, 

Shakespeare frequently uses flower imagery, refers to daffodils twice in The Winter's Tale and also The Two Noble Kinsmen. Robert Herrick alludes to their association with death in a number of poems. Among the English romantic movement writers, none is better known than William Wordsworth's short 1804 poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud which has become linked in the popular mind with the daffodils that form its main image. Wordsworth also included the daffodil in other poems. Keats refers to daffodils among those things capable of bringing "joy forever".

In the visual arts, narcissi are depicted in three different contexts, mythological (Narcissus, Persephone), floral art, or landscapes. 

Eastern cultures
In Chinese culture Narcissus tazetta subsp. chinensis (Chinese sacred lilies), which can be grown indoors, is widely used as an ornamental plant. It was probably introduced to China by Arab traders traveling the Silk Road prior to the Song Dynasty for medicinal use. Spring-flowering, they became associated with Chinese New Year, signifying good fortune.

In India, the daffodil is commonly known as Nargis or Yemberzal (in Kashmiri). The importance of this flower for the Kashmiri people and other mountain regions is that it declares the arrival of Spring after the long harsh months of Winter. This white petalled beauty is also considered a symbol of good health and prosperity. A popular Kashmiri folk song, derived from the first-ever Kashmiri opera performed- Bombur ta Yemberzal, is illustrative of the love story of the Narcissus (Yemberzal) and the Bumble Bee (Bombur)

Festivals
In some areas where narcissi are prevalent, their blooming in spring is celebrated in festivals. 

Commercial uses
Throughout history the scent of narcissi has been an important ingredient of perfumes, a quality that comes from essential oils rather than alkaloids. Narcissi are also an important horticultural crop and source of cut flowers (floriculture).The Netherlands, which is the most important source of flower bulbs worldwide is also a major centre of narcissus production.

The largest Daffodil plant waving its flowery head and said that this was all that he could say. 
If more information, is needed then the children can go home and search the internet to get a lot of information or they can go to a horticulture expert who will tell them a lot of things.

The daffodil then said that it would be getting to be evening soon and as soon as the sun goes down and they switch over to sleeping/resting/ respiratory mode. Hence, they cannot answer any questions. Tomorrow, when the sun comes then the plants, trees animals, birds, etc. will be in a position to answer your questions.

The Daffodil asked if there were any other questions. We did not have any was the reply given by Chris.

Our 4 flying cars had parked on the grass and when the drivers saw that we were ready to leave,  the cars glided towards us hovering a few inches above the grass. Zen again wondered what sort of fuel was being used by the flying cars, it must be environment-friendly, as the cars did not seem to emit any smoke. They bid thanks and bye to the grass, the lake and the Daffodils saying they will come again tomorrow to get information about the birds, frogs, fish, trees, squirrels, butterflies, etc.

What would happen if you got stuck in Time?

Zia has completed her Ph.D. in Botany and has applied for the post of lecturer/ Professor. She joins a High school as a temporary teacher and is entrusted with the task of leading a group of students on a trekking /camping expedition. 

On the way they meet a guy who seems to be a trouble maker but later, he proves to be a pillar of strength. Early morning their camp is attacked and they flee taking a different route. But they are lost.

They enter a world where people are living, in hiding, for over 250 years. Their technology is much advanced as compared to ours. Their world was initially a Utopia but now it is changing due to an oppressive ruler.

They are trapped in the time of this hidden world and want to help the people there fight against the oppressive ruler and his cronies. The oppressive ruler wants to make a number of Time Machines by using the brains of the scientists who had died in harness at the site of the experiments. 

They all decide to help the good citizens of the lost world. The huge brains are destroyed and the Orbs of the scientists escape to help the rest in their mission. 

In the process, the crystals that are used in the hypnotizing guns are almost finished and to get more they split up to go to the 'Magical World' through a curtain which is a portal. The Magical World is a flat  man made Earth-like satellite, which was made as a joke to taunt the scientists 7000 years ago, and which is still operational. Here they meet the inhabitants.  They are fascinated with the advancement of science especially the talking chips and the flying cars.They see a completely different world where animals, plants, rocks, water etc can talk. Before you touch anything you need to seek permission.

They also meet the Aliens called the 'Crocodile Race' who have come to the Magical World (the flat satellite) to get supplies. They see spaceships being guided to land by the scientists of the Magical World.

At present they are narrating to the Aliens, what they have undergone till date. 

Read on to experience their adventures, their fears, and their courage, to deal with various situations and how, after meandering through various secret passageways, encountering adventures, they finally come back to their time.
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Trying to post a chapter in a week now.

Hearing what she said, Lu Yunshuang's heart plummeted. 
No wonder Grandmother's attitude toward her had significantly dulled when she was back this time around. It turned out that this was the problem. 
"Grandmother, I..."
"Do not listen to Weiwei's nonsense. Although I'm at an elderly age, I still have the energy to walk to the Mansion Gate," the Dowager Duchess interrupted. 
Lu Yunshuang's face turned pallor. 
When the Dowager Duchess was young, she had traversed through the battlefields along with the Duke and was nothing short of prestigious. However, now that she was at an old age, she had to greet and pay respects to her granddaughter. She was sure to feel uncomfortable in her heart.
Now that she heard what the Dowager Duchess had to say, Lu Yunshuang felt immensely anxious and remorseful. 
Before she came over today, she had consigned someone to hand Aunt Zheng a letter. However, she had forgotten to remind her to keep their plans simple in order not to startle Grandmother. 
She only thought of it when she arrived before the gate of the Duke Mansion. However, it was already too late. 
The Dowager Duchess did not express her vexation then, so she never took this incident to heart. 
Nevertheless, being called out by Lu Liangwei like that highlighted her lack of understanding, making her seem unfilial as she appeared not to pay any heed to the Dowager Duchess. 
She attempted to save the situation by saying something, but the Dowager Duchess had already begun to speak.
"It's now March, the season of spring where the grasses are tall, the nightingales are high in the air and the willow trees are green while the flowers bloom a bright red. Both of you can use this as the main topic and compose a poem about it," she said. 
After a momentary pause, she sent a glance toward Lu Liangwei. "It does not have to be self-composed. If there are any good lines from the books you've read, you can write it down as well," she added. 
The instructions obviously benefitted Lu Liangwei. 
Due to Lu Liangwei's usual capricious behavior, she had never done well in her studies. 
Feeling extremely disdainful, Lu Yunshuang shot Lu Liangwei a condescending stare. 
The Dowager Duchess's good intentions might all go to waste.
Other than her face, which was still somewhat useful, Lu Liangwei was a lowly educated and unskilled dimwit. 
Even if she was assigned the task of copying lines of a poem word by word from a book, she might not know how to do so. 
Lu Yunshuang remained silent as she smiled subtly. Holding up her sleeve with one hand and using the other to raise the brush then dip it in the ink, she appeared to ponder on her thoughts momentarily, then raised her head and proceeded to write on the paper right away. 
Her finesse stunned Long Chi, whose eyes glimmered in fascination immediately. 
He could not help but leave the audience seat and make his way to stand behind Lu Yunshuang. 
As his gaze fell on the paper, he could not resist reciting the words aloud. "The prettiest scenery capable of arousing my poetic heart lies in the start of spring, where the willow leaves have just emerged in unevenly colored pale yellow buds. If we waited till the flowers in Shanglin came to full bloom, we'd see people admiring the flowers everywhere once we stepped out of our rooms."[1]
Long Chi recited each of the sentences word by word. Coupled with his clear, melodious voice, the poem was capable of touching the hearts of many. 
After reciting, Long Chi mused upon the imagery described in the poem. He could not hide the glint of admiration in his eyes. "Shuanger, what a good poem!" he exclaimed.
The Dowager Duchess also nodded. "Shuanger's poem is fascinating. The words she used emanates the dignified style of a noble person," she commented. 
Upon hearing her daughter receiving praises from the Crown Prince and the Dowager Duchess, Aunt Zheng felt delighted, even more so than being on the receiving end of praises. 
She was high-spirited and extremely pleased. 
Lu Liangwei was not the slightest bit affected. To begin with, she did not know how to compose poems, but she had read a few classical poem books back in the present. Therefore, it would not be difficult for her to copy down a few good poems. 
Anyway, the Dowager Duchess had told them that if they did not know how to compose poems, they could always copy lines from other poems. 　　
She noticed the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard and pondered for a while before writing down a poem on the paper. 
"On this very day, last year at this very gate, faces and cherry blossoms both bloomed red. The faces are now in places unknown, yet the cherry blossoms still beam in the spring wind."[2]
Her voice was soft. When she recited the poem, her intonation had the soft and tender hush used by those who came from Jiangnan.
Furthermore, her expression was exceptionally serious when writing the poem. As she raised her head, her hair slid off her shoulder to expose her graceful, fair neck under the sunlight. 
...
[1] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.
[2] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.


Lu Liangwei wakes up to find herself transmigrated as a supporting character in the novel she had been reading a few days ago. According to the novel, this character has everything—beauty, wealth, status—except brains. Before Liangwei had taken over, she even went as far as to hang herself for the male protagonist that she loved: the Crown Prince as well as her sister's lover. Now that she has become a "brand new" person, it is time for her to turn her life around with charm and wit! She will get everyone to fall in love with her, even the Crown Prince's uncle—the Emperor! Who needs a prince when you can become the Empress herself?

Quote:
"Affection is when you see someone's strengths; love is when you accept someone's flaws." – One Day  
Poem:
The Late Wisconsin Spring
BY JOHN KOETHE
Snow melts into the earth and a gentle breeze   
Loosens the damp gum wrappers, the stale leaves   
Left over from autumn, and the dead brown grass.   
The sky shakes itself out. And the invisible birds   
Winter put away somewhere return, the air relaxes,   
People start to circulate again in twos and threes.   
The dominant feelings are the blue sky, and the year.   
—Memories of other seasons and the billowing wind;   
The light gradually altering from difficult to clear
As a page melts and a photograph develops in the backyard.   
When some men came to tear down the garage across the way   
The light was still clear, but the salt intoxication   
Was already dissipating into the atmosphere of constant day   
April brings, between the isolation and the flowers.   
Now the clouds are lighter, the branches are frosted green,   
And suddenly the season that had seemed so tentative before   
Becomes immediate, so clear the heart breaks and the vibrant   
Air is laced with crystal wires leading back from hell.   
Only the distraction, and the exaggerated sense of care   
Here at the heart of spring—all year long these feelings
Alternately wither and bloom, while a dense abstraction   
Hides them. But now the mental dance of solitude resumes,   
And life seems smaller, placed against the background   
Of this story with the empty, moral quality of an expansive   
Gesture made up out of trees and clouds and air.

The loneliness comes and goes, but the blue holds,   
Permeating the early leaves that flutter in the sunlight   
As the air dances up and down the street. Some kids yell.   
A white dog rolls over on the grass and barks once. And   
Although the incidents vary and the principal figures change,   
Once established, the essential tone and character of a season   
Stays inwardly the same day after day, like a person's.   
The clouds are frantic. Shadows sweep across the lawn   
And up the side of the house. A dappled sky, a mild blue   
Watercolor light that floats the tense particulars away   
As the distraction starts. Spring here is at first so wary,   
And then so spare that even the birds act like strangers,   
Trying out the strange air with a hesitant chirp or two,   
And then subsiding. But the season intensifies by degrees,   
Imperceptibly, while the colors deepen out of memory,   
The flowers bloom and the thick leaves gleam in the sunlight   
Of another city, in a past which has almost faded into heaven.   
And even though memory always gives back so much more of   
What was there than the mind initially thought it could hold,   
Where will the separation and the ache between the isolated   
Moments go when summer comes and turns this all into a garden?   
Spring here is too subdued: the air is clear with anticipation,   
But its real strength lies in the quiet tension of isolation   
And living patiently, without atonement or regret,
In the eternity of the plain moments, the nest of care   
—Until suddenly, all alone, the mind is lifted upward into   
Light and air and the nothingness of the sky,   
Held there in that vacant, circumstantial blue until,
In the vehemence of a landscape where all the colors disappear,   
The quiet absolution of the spirit quickens into fact,   
And then, into death. But the wind is cool.   
The buds are starting to open on the trees.
Somewhere up in the sky an airplane drones.

This is not a novel or anything(sorry if you came here thinking this was a novel), this just something I am doing to pass my time and boredom.

Basically in this I will be posting a chapter with a quote and poem every day, what kind of quote and poem? Read to find out. By the way the quotes and poem will not be mine.

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.
...



Write the option that you consider the most appropriate in your answer sheets:

 (a) When darkness falls there is ___________________________. (i) complete silence everywhere (ii) a shroud covering all things (iii) the crying of the lapwing to be heard (iv) gloom and desolation (b) When does the lapwing come out? (i) at dawn (ii) at night (iii) just before dawn (iv) in the morning (c) Why does the poet open the window? (i) he can get some light (ii) he can hear the lapwing (iii) he can see the lapwing (iv) he can get some air. (d) What are the causes of the Lapwing's misery? (i) loneliness and gloom (ii) loss and pain (iii) darkness and loss (iv) darkness and pain (e) The lapwing's cry fills the poet with _____________________ . (i) longing (ii) anger (iii) unhappiness (iv) joy.

Q7. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6 

The island dreams under the dawn 

And great boughs drop tranquillity; 

The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, 

A parrot sways upon a tree, 

Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea. 

Here we will moor our lonely ship 

And wander ever with woven hands, 

Murmauring softly lip to lip, 

Along the grass, along the sands, 

Murmauring how far away are the unquiet lands: 

How we alone of mortals are 

Hid under quiet boughs apart, 

While our love grow and Indian star, 

A meteor of the burning heart, 

One with the tide that gleams, the wings that gleam and dart, 

The heavy boughs, the burnished dove 

That moans and sighs a hundred days: 

How when we die our shades will rove, 

When eve has hushed the feathered ways, 

With vapoury footsole by the water's drowsy blaze. 

A. 'boughs drop tranquillity means the wind... i) has started blowing ii) has stopped blowing iii) has disturbed islanders dreams iv) caused a sea storm B. The parrot is very excited to find its i) swaying joy ii) image formed in the mirror iii) reflection in the sea. iv) loneliness on the tree C. The narrator and his companion would i) leave their ship and rest on sands ii) fasten their ship and go for a walk iii) repair their ship and restart their journey iv) fasten their ship to the parrot's tree D. 'alone of mortal's means away from the company of ... i) animal kingdom ii) other sailors iii) human beings iv) parrots and peahens E. When the islanders die, the evening will become i) noisy and violent ii) silent and tranquil iii) snowy and frosty iv) damp and dull

 F. Find the word in the poem which means same as - 'wander without a settled destination'. i) sways ii) dart iii) rove iv) moans.

Q8. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6 

Bas Ben Adhem 

My fellow man I do not care for.

 I often ask me. What's he there for? 

The only answer I can find Is, 

Reproduction of his kind. 

If I'm supposed to swallow that, 

Winnetka is my habitat.

Isn't it time to carve Hic Jacet 

Above that Reproduction racket? 

To make the matter more succinct; 

Suppose my fellow man extinct. 

Why, who would not approve the plan

 Save possibly my fellow man? 

Yet with a politician's voice 

He names himself as Nature's choice. 

The finest of the human race 

Are bad in figure, worse in face.

 Yet just because they have two legs

 And come from storks instead of eggs 

They count the spacious firmament 

As something to be charged and sent. 

Though man created cross-town traffic, 

The Daily Mirror, News and Graphic, 

The pastoral fight and fighting pastor,

 And Queen Marie and Lady Astor, 

He hails himself with drum and fife 

And bullies lower forms of life.

 Not that I think much depends 

On how we treat our feathered friends, 

Or hold the wrinkled elephant 

A nobler creature than mu aunt. 

It's simply that I'm sure I can

 Get on without my fellow man. 

------Ogden Nash 

A. The narrator believes that the only purpose of his fellow man's existence is .... i) creating something new ii) producing food grains iii) reproducing individuals of his kind iv) cultivating good culture. B. The fellow man should be saved to preserve his entity / existence before he .... i) becomes outdated ii) becomes old and tired iii) becomes incapable of doing any work. iv) becomes extinct C. The narrator believes that human beings on this planet have given them a.. i) bad name ii) bad home iii) sad future iv) better future D. The man has designed and devised many things but he has been very harsh and unkind to .... i) neighbouring people ii) people across the seas iii) lower forms of life iv) aliens from other planet. E. 'Our feathered friends' refer to .... i) people with fur hats ii) friends who accompany us to 300 iii) Birds in general iv) Bird watches.

 F. Find the word in the poem which means ____ terse, concise. i) worse ii) spacious iii) succinct iv) wrinkled.

Q9. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6 MENDING WALL - Robert Frost 

Something there is that doesn't love a wall. 

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

 And spills the upper boulders in the sun, 

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. 

The work of hunters is another thing: 

I have come after them and made repair 

Where they have left not one stone on a stone, 

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, 

To please the yelping dogs. 

The gaps I mean, 

 No one has seen them made or heard them made,

 But at spring mending-time we find them there. 

I let my neighbour know beyond the hill 

And on a day we meet to walk the line 

And set the wall between us once again. 

We keep the wall between us as we go. 

To each the boulders that have fallen to each. 

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls 

We have to use a spell to make them balance: 

'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!' 

We wear our fingers rough with handling them. 

Oh, just another kind of out-door game, 

One on a side. It comes to little more: 

There where it is we do not need the wall: 

He is all pine and I am apple orchard. 

My apple trees will never get across 

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. 

He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbours'. 

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder 

If I could put a notion in his head: 

'Why do they make good neighbours? 

Isn't it Where there are cows? 

But here there are no cows. 

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know 

What I was walling in or walling out,

 And to whom I was like to give offense.

 Something there is that doesn't love a wall,. 

That wants it down.' I could say 

'.Elves' to him,

 But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather 

He said it for himself. 

I see him there 

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top 

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. 

He moves in darkness as it seems to me 

Not of woods only and the shade of trees. 

He will not go behind his father's saying,

 And he likes having thought of it so well 

He says again. "Good fences make good neighbours." 

A. Something is there that makes i) cracks in a wall ii) wall writing on a wall iii) gaps in a wall iv) nests in a wall B. Hunters also bring down a wall so that they can help their i) friends who dislike wall ii) dogs which are hungry iii) neighbours who are unfriendly iv) cattle which need fodder C. The narrator and his neighbour undertake the mending task .... i) Whenever they get hired labourers ii) When there is a chance of quarrel iii) during spring season iv) during summer holidays. D. The narrator compares the mending exercise with ..... i) an outdoor game ii) a theatre show iii) an adventure iv) a friends get together E. The neighbour has been compared with a ... i) beggar ii) savage iii) soldier iv) fighter. 

F. 'darkness' refers to... i) complete absense of light ii) cloudy weather iii) ignorance and lack of knowledge iv) dense shade of trees and plants.

Q10. Read the poem given below and write the option that you consider the most appropriate : 1×6=6

 I wandered lonely as a cloud

 That floats on high o'er vales and hills, 

When all at once I saw a crowd, 

A host, of golden daffodils;

Since high school, Jin, a billionaire CEO, has neglected all the other women in his life in order to pursue Eunji, his dream girl. In his dreams, she wove an exciting future for them. But he was afraid to confess to her how he felt. 

Even though she had no feelings for him, Eunji, a cheerful young lady, agreed to date him. But he was too reserved for her. "He isn't my kind of guy" She gave up hope of ever seeing him again. 

Jin had plenty of time to catch her, but he let her slip through his grasp. In the end, he was left with nothing. 

Is this going to be the last chapter? Or is this the culmination of a fresh start that is about to begin?

If he is shy, then why the Novel named 'Domineering Husband'? Find out reading the novel.


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★ My Playboy Is a Prince
★ My Domineering Husband
★ My Wicked Male Lead
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"I'm sooooooo bored!! Ughhh....." lazily complained a young woman with startling white hair that was wearing a fur coat as it was winter currently. She was lying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling aimlessly while fiddling with a mandarin. Her name was Wang Xinya.

She laid behind a wooden table that had 2 teacups arranged neatly on a porcelain plate together with a teapot; one cup had the phrase: "So many times you felt sad about the past, yet the mountain still sits there when the cold wind blows."(1) written on it(this is the English translation of a part of a chinese poem, PS: this translation is not actually very accurate), drawn around the phrase were beautiful white and yellow chrysanthemum blossoms, threaded between the chrysanthemums were peach blossoms, blooming around the peach blossoms were beautiful yet tragic red spider lilies. The other teacup had sprawling branches of plum blossoms curved around a phrase combined with the plum blossoms were delicate orchids, perched upon the plum blossoms were a magnificent and imposing yet lonely phoenix, written inside this cage of flowers was the phrase: "While the wildfires rage, once the spring wind arrives, the wild grass will bloom again."(2)(Again, this is just part of a whole poem but a very famous poem about wild grass, it's actually: While the wildfires rage, once spring wind arrives, they will bloom again.) but barely noticeable; written beside the phrase was a small character that meant betrayal.

(Author's note: This is some heavy symbolism so....you better start googling. Cuz I'm foreshadowing)


"Miss, if you're so bored, why don't you do these paperwork yourself." replied another woman, she had looks that could cause the downfall of nation, you could have easily mistaken her for being a goddess if not for the fact that she was sorting through some documents with a wry smile. 

"Remind me, what did I hire you for?" replied the pessimistic young woman groggily, as she slowly got up, stretching sleepily, letting out a wide yawn before turning around to face her subordinate. She slammed the mandarin in her hands on the table lazily.

"To be your bodyguard?" answered the subordinate.

"Nope! To do my paperwork!" 

"Miss, since you're so bored, how about returning?"

"Returning? Where?"

"Miss...don't play dumb. You know where. The capital of course, where else."

"Are you crazy? What for?"

"What if the Master notices something wrong with Qiu Rou's disguise?"

"Oh. I would be flattered if my 'dearest' father even payed enough attention to me, his bastard 'son'!" she snorted sarcastically.

"Miss...the Master genuinely cares for you, he just doesn't know how to show it."

"Hmph! That damned drunkard father of mine cares for me?! If that happens, then the sun must have risen from the West! Not like that would happen in a million years!" 

"Miss...y-"

Just then, the door slammed open, a burly youth stood at the door, huffing and puffing, "Miss-" he was about to say, but then, a stunning young lady barged in. 

"You have to help me!" the young lady declared.

"Uhh....who are you?" Wang Xinya said with a tilt of her head.

"Wait..." the young girl's eyebrows were knitted together in confusion as she muttered to herself, "Could it be!? That I'm at the wrong place? But...I'm sure this is where 'The Red Spider Lily of The Alliance of Heroes' stay at...hmmm. I know! I'll ask them for directions!" She turned around and said "Hi, uhmm, sorry for barging in, I think I got the wrong place. Can you please tell me where is 'The Red Spider Lily of The Alliance of Heroes' stay?"


"Why? Are you looking for her?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips, finally! She wouldn't be so bored now! 


"Uhh, yeah! Do you know her?"


"Of course I would know myself! Hmm...I never thought my nickname would be so famous, right...Qiu Hua?"


"Uhhh....Miss, I think it would be quite the contrary, uhh...you know: infamous.. Yeah..."


"You know...."


"Yeah? Know what?"


"I really want to strangle you..."


"You're joking right? Right? Right, Miss?"


"I'm not joking, try me!"


"Miss....don't stress your body!"


"Haha. You think that'll work on me? Obviously, you won't lay a hand on me at all. So....I can bully you all I want! Mwahahahahahaahahaha!"


"Miss..."


"As long as you beg me...maybe I'll let you go?" And so begin cat and mouse chase between the master and subordinate.

They call her the Red Spider Lily of The Alliance of Heroes; they say she is vicious, cruel and ruthless but...what they don't know is that: she is easily bored, pessimistic and slothful, she lives a boring life. That was how she lived, until...she meets her perfect foil: a truly hard-working, innocent and forgiving daughter of a 'treacherous' general. The 2 embark on an adventure to restore the former glory of her father.

In the blink of an eye, it had been late November. The winter was coming as Dragon Emperor City turned cold at once. All the imperial gardens in Forbidden City were covered with silver-like frost in each morning. There were no more brilliant peonies, osmanthus flowers or tiger chrysanthemums anymore. All the flowers in the imperial gardens had been withering, except for the red plum blossoms in the Plum Garden. They welcomed their own season with their brilliant glory. 
Leng Manxue was born in winter; therefore, she liked winter. She was more obsessed with plum blossoms which could still open arrogantly in winter. Leng Manxue's residence in Forbidden City was close to the Plum Garden in the internal courtyard. In the small building where she lived, the moment she would open her windows, she would be able to see the beautiful scenery in the Plum Garden.
Last night, it started to snow in Dragon Emperor City. On the second morning, when the general manager of Forbidden City got up and pushed open the vermilion windows, she saw that the purplish red plum blossoms were covered in pure white. In a split second, Leng Manxue felt good.
"After wind and rain gave way to spring, the snow over the sky welcomed spring. Long icicles are hanging over the cliff; however, the plum blossoms are still contending with each other. Despite being beautiful, plum blossoms don't contend with peach blossoms and apricot blossoms. You just notice the others that the spring is coming. When the mountain is covered with blossoms, you just smile in the flowering shrubs."
Watching this scenery, Leng Manxue recited a poem unconsciously. 
Of course, it was not made by Leng Manxue herself, but made by Zhang Tie casually when he met Leng Manxue last month after exiting his cultivation. Zhang Tie expressed that this poem about plum blossoms was his favorite. Leng Manxue bore it in mind at once. Not only Zhang Tie liked it, but Leng Manxue also liked it; because she felt a heroic spirit in this poem, a strength that could give people hope and brilliance in despair. Such a heroic spirit and strength resonated with the depth of one's soul. Implored by Leng Manxue, Zhang Tie could only write it down and gift it to Leng Manxue.
At that moment, the poem was hanging on the wall of Leng Manxue's bedroom. She would take a look at it every day.
Although being not runes, Zhang Tie's words also carried a marvelous strength.
"Is spring coming?" Leng Manxue murmured with a faint smile as she watched the silver-covered Forbidden City and the golden glazed tiles of those houses and palaces under the white snow.
"Now that winter has arrived, would spring be far away?"
With such a good mood, General Manager Leng started her work. 
When Zhang Tie was in secluded cultivation, Leng Manxue mainly served as the general manager of the logistic affairs of Qianji Agency and the five major departments of Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace. All the materials that Qianji Agency and the five major departments required in Forbidden City were under her control. Those who passed messages between five major departments and Qianji Agency were also Leng Manxue's subordinates. On this occasion, even if Leng Manxue didn't participate in making decisions with the five major departments and Qianji Agency, everything that happened to the five major departments and Qianji Agency within Forbidden City was transparent to her. 
Leng Manxue sorted out the daily important things and prepared to present them to Zhang Tie when he exited his backroom.
Zhang Tie didn't leave his backroom especially for writing a poem for Leng Manxue last time; instead, he was finishing the second round of trade with Wu Qiankun from Emperor NvWa Palace.
Leng Manxue knew that Wu Qiankun was here with the second batch of six demon generals. Leng Manxue arranged some people to send the six big iron cabinets to Jiaotai Palace where Zhang Tie was in secluded cultivation. 
The second round of trade underwent smoothly and calmly. After completing this round of trade, Wu Qiankun left there.
After completing the second round of trade, Zhang Tie didn't stay overnight in the Palace of Heavenly Purity; instead, he only stayed there in the afternoon. After writing a poem for Leng Manxue and taking a short rest, he had a grand supper. In the evening, he returned to Jiaotai Palace and entered secluded cultivation again. 
This made Leng Manxue admire Zhang Tie. As Dragon Emperor, Zhang Tie still spent so much time in cultivation. This really made many people ashamed. 
Given Zhang Tie's diligence, all the 7 elders of Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace felt shameful being indolent in cultivation as they stopped contending with each other for the sake of their profits. Besides those elders on duty in Qianji Agency, all the other elders were in secluded cultivation when they were free. They dared not interfere with the affairs of the five major departments anymore. 
The others might treat Zhang Tie's diligence as a good example; however, Leng Manxue always felt that Zhang Tie had his own concerns. It seemed that he was not doing that only for growing more powerful.
As she touched Zhang Tie in an increasingly higher frequency, Leng Manxue became more and more confused about him. She felt that he was becoming more and more profound and unpredictable. 
Sometimes, Leng Manxue felt that she and Zhang Tie came from two different worlds.
...
Leng Manxue's office was in the Westcold Pavilion beside Yangxin Palace.
As each affair in Forbidden City was exclusive to some personnel, Leng Manxue only needed to command or arrange people to do things. She had over 10 subordinate immortal generals. Therefore, she didn't need to do too many things herself. 
Like usual, the first thing that Leng Manxue did was to make a tour inspection around Forbidden City. Then, she would return to Westcold Pavilion to handle public affairs.
"Last afternoon, Commander-in-Chief Huang quarreled with President Guan of Earth-Treasures Department for the sake of Dragon's Teeth Army!"
In Westcold Pavilion, soon after Leng Manxue handled some public affairs, she had received the report on the event that happened to Earth-Treasures Department last afternoon from one of her subordinates. 
"Hmm, why did Commander-in-Chief Huang quarrel with President Guan?"
"It's said that they quarreled over the compensation of Dragon's Teeth Army. Last month, two more immortal generals joined Dragon's Teeth Army. However, the monthly compensation that Earth-Treasures Department distributed to Dragon's Teeth Army didn't increase. Therefore, Commander-in-Chief came there to ask President Guan about that. However, President Guan told Commander-in-Chief that all the military compensation for Dragon's Teeth Army were budgeted in advance. The new immortal generals of Dragon's Teeth Army were not covered in the budget. Therefore, they couldn't enjoy it. If Dragon's Teeth Army wanted more compensation, they had to apply for it from Earth-Treasures Department in advance. According to Commander-in-Chief, only those qualified candidates who had passed the examination could join Dragon's Teeth Army; however, he didn't know how many candidates were recruited in advance precisely. He could estimate it at most. He hoped President Guan to not comply with the rules so strictly..."
"What did President Guan say?"
"No way. Therefore, Commander-in-Chief reported it to Qianji Agency and hoped those elders on duty to solve it through reconciliation..."
"Hmm, I see. You could leave..." Watching the subordinate leaving, Leng Manxue let out a sigh inside. After that, she recorded this event briefly on her work report.
Although Leng Manxue was standing on the side of Huang Baimei, she knew that President Guan was right too; because this was the responsibility of Earth-Treasures Department and the procedures that they followed. As for Commander-in-Chief Huang, he just followed Zhang Tie's order to expand Dragon's Teeth Army. Huang Baimei was always serious, he would never falsify a number for more element crystals than in need. Additionally, it was troublesome to do that. If he did that, he would commit a felony and couldn't pass the examination of the Supervision Department at all. What was more, so many people in Earth-Treasures Department were keeping an eye on Dragon's Teeth Army. They were crystal clear about the concrete strength of Dragon's Teeth Army. If the population of Dragon's Teeth Army that Huang Baimei reported was not right, Earth-Treasures Department would get a reason to go berserk and curtail the provision of element crystals for Dragon's Teeth Army...
In the final analysis, it was because of a shortage of element crystals. Although Leng Manxue didn't know how many element crystals Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace had, she knew that stockpile of element crystals might be limited given the deeds of Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace in the past couple of years. Otherwise, the 5 elders would not have sold immortal wind palaces to Emperor NvWa Palace and President Guan would never be so careful about the monthly compensation of Dragon's Teeth Army. 
However, as long as they ran out of element crystals, Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace would collaspe for sure. As Leng Manxue grew up in Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace, she had a special affection for Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace. She never wanted to see the fall of Dragon Emperor Immortal Palace. 
When all the others were anxious about the supply of element crystals, Leng Manxue was curious that Zhang Tie didn't even care a bit about it. Therefore, she thought Zhang Tie might have got a solution.
"General Manager, Wu Qiankun from Emperor NvWa Palace is paying a visit to His Majesty outside the Forbidden City!"
When Leng Manxue was thinking about Huang Baimei's trouble in Westcold Pavilion and pondering how to give a favor to him, she received the message from her subordinate——Wu Qiankun is coming...
'Did he send the third batch of demon generals for His Majesty? That's too fast. It's not even been a month since he did it last time.'
Leng Manxue knew that Zhang Tie liked those demon generals that Wu Qiankun brought here. Before noticing Zhang Tie, she asked, "Is he here alone or with the same iron cabinets like how he did the last two times?"
"He's here alone!"
"Hmm!" Leng Manxue sent the order after a short silence, "Lead him to the Westcold Pavilion..."
"Yes, sir!"
After waiting in Westcold Pavilion for less than 10 minutes, Leng Manxue had seen Wu Qiankun.
Wu Qiankun was here alone. Even though he tried to be composed, he still couldn't cover his anxiety in front of Leng Manxue. 
After inviting him to take a seat in Westcold Pavilion and having people serve him a cup of tea, Leng Manxue asked him, "General Manager Wu, what are you here for this time?"
"Is His Majesty free? I want to see His Majesty!"
　　


After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


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