A collection of poems written about my experiences and the society around me.

This is a book about what I learned in the geophysics course.

Of course I study geophysics at university, I'm in the 2nd semester and English is not my main language

Sorry for the mistakes

A BEST SELLING AUTHOR ON AMAZON for Poems Book 1, Poems Book 3, Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book One AND You Can Lose Weight Just Like Me – From 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story











D.S.PAIS










Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Three












Copyright 2019 D. S. Pais
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Rescue
Diane
Tiene
Rescue Book 2: Giselle
Matters of the Heart
An Unlikely Christmas
The Spell of an Irresistible Woman
The silhouette in the picture









Self - Help:
How to Identify My Greatest Passion in Life
A PRAGMATIC Method to face repeated failures
The METHOD





Poetry:
Poems Book 2, Poems Book 4, Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Two








Acknowledgements:






I dedicate this book to my family, relatives and friends who have been an inspiration in my life to continue with my work, in particular my husband Brayan, my children, Gavin and Glen.

I am indebted to my readers, because of whom I derive my inspiration to keep writing.

There are women who continue to inspire me in my life and this book is dedicated to them.

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai



















Selected comments for other books:


"Hello DSPais, thank you for this nice short sensible book. I bought your kindle for 99 cents and have already read it in ten minutes! I really like your approach of creative visualization. I weighed 91 kg and reduced to 72 kg but have increased back to 78 kg now, so am interested in ways to reinforce good diet and practice psychology of weight loss, especially just reducing amount of food. I will try your recipe of apple cider vinegar before meals. Reading your short book has helped me to focus my mind on good habits."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story.

"An ideal book for any normal person, who wants to lose weight. Steps mentioned can be followed by any one, who has the desire to lose weight. Overall a good one."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story.

"Read Matters of the Heart today. Beautifully written."
Book: Matters Of The Heart.

"Reading the Repeated Failures Book. Found a few good points".
Book: A PRAGMATIC Method to face repeated failures

"I read your book; it is nice in the way people can relate to as people face the same issues in their everyday life"
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"I read your book on how to lose weight…..so nicely written. All your steps are very easy and normal to follow."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"It's really great that you did this… both the weight loss and the book. Very admirable."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"For a nice experience, turn to Beauty of the Night Surrounds Me, where we find this: "When the Sun has worn her evening gown; /The wind is gushing her wings /and around me, the lark sings. I should also mention Journey of an Individual, which is about meeting after a long-distance relationship.  Pais is from a culture different from mine, and this poem gives an insight into another world view – which, like yours and mine, includes love and hope."
Book: Poems Book One

"Ten poems is a small taste of a promising writer. I will content myself with a couple of comments. The opening poem, An Odd Encounter with Fate, is a narrative of how a relationship that seems a total non-starter can later catch up with both individuals. For a tough poem, turn to Infidelity. Here Pais begins to reach into your gut. Finally, Season of Love is a nice and gentle romantic poem. I should mention that Pais generally rhymes, exactly or closely. For those who prefer careful stanzas, that is a plus you will get from this book."
Book: Poems Book Two

"Now, let's go into what I enjoyed about "Poems." This short collection did what many others have not, and what many short stories try to do but aren't able to do; it made me feel. These poems individually but collectively made me feel so much. If you have ever felt love and know the joy and pains of what it is to love someone, then the first one is touching. I do not think D.S wrote either poem one or poem four for that matter, about the type of people I lost that I loved and that this poem reminded me of. I think hers was intended more romantic and less the love I had for the family members I miss. But there is this line at the end that touched my soul near the end and reminded me immediately of the pain of the loss of love that I still shoulder. With everything taken into consideration with my math, I'm Scoring "Poems" with a score of 92/100. That is a five-star review on Goodreads and Amazon."
Book: Poems Book One

The author lays out clearly the steps that aided her in losing weight. It is easy to follow and the suggestions are easy to implement into your daily life. The book gives you exactly what the author intended to and that is to provide insight on what worked for her.
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

This novella is quick, sweet romance. Kate was with her boyfriend for two years in a dead end relationship. A chance sighting at a job interview places Kate at her dream job and in the presence of her future. She meets Ernst who is seemingly living a double life. Fate draws them together for a HEA. The story was told from a third party point of view. It was very descriptive and the plot was clear and easy to follow. While you knew the plot and where it was going, at times the wording was very stilted, which could lead to some confusion when reading. This also made it difficult for me to connect with the characters and truly invest in the story.
Book: Matters Of The Heart.

The ladies of importance well chosen. The simple words of yours to give them glory, well written.
Book: Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book One























Dedicated to the spirit of freedom and determination

























Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Three




















Contents








• A Dream Writer
• The Star of the North
• Lady Spy
• I will not be led in a triumph
• Angel of Prisons
• She sells seashells
• The maid of Orleans
• The Queen of Castile
• Doctor of the Church
• The Nobel Peace Prize Environmentalist












A Dream Writer

(In praise of Mary Shelley)





She had a thirst for knowledge and a mind that persevered
A prompt from Byron to write a ghost story, she considered
Morning after morning when all she replied with a negative
It was from one of her wakeful nights, a story she would give

She saw her ghost fable in front of her eyes, with signs of life
She was frightened and spent the night in uneasy wakerife
She began writing her dream and it became "Frankenstein"
She realised that she had stepped out from childhood wherein


When two of her children met with unexpected death
She turned to writing, weeping and holding her breath
She channelled her thoughts on her political freedom
She came up with novels and plays in creative wisdom

She financially aided the women whom society disapproved
It was not in boast, but simple justice that she was moved
She was a political radical throughout her life with empathy
She reformed the society through cooperation and sympathy














The Star of the North

(In praise of Catherine the Great)





Her coronation was one of the main treasures along with cadastres
The Russian Empire extended a little over 2 million square kilometres
Russia emerged as the dominant leader, defeating mighty powers
The Glory of Catherine amidst victories ushered in like thundershowers

She was the pioneer for Russia as an international mediator in disputes
League of Armed Neutrality was one of her key mediation attributes
Industries rose in textiles and ironworks with serfs during her reign
Russian economy, modernized by Volga Germans who were foreign

For funding military needs Government paper money was issued
Assignation Bank and its bank branches were thus pursued
In arts, literature and education, she had earned a reputation
Contributed to comedies, memoirs, encyclopaedia's proliferation

Leading economists became members of Free Economic Society
She recruited scientists to the Russian capital for scientific satiety
In her Nakaz, she issued codes to address modernisation trends
"The Star of the North" in 500 districts and 50 provinces she propends

She was a great patron of Russian opera, culture and arts
With head held high and regal costume, she won over hearts
She conferred "Charter of the Towns" and "Charter to the Nobility"
Her legal innovations bolted Russia to the phase of hypnotisability



Catherine the Great became Russia's longest ruling female leader
She was influenced by modernism and was a conceptualizer
The Catherinian Era was famed the Golden Age of Russia
The enlightened queen revitalised the country in nostalgia

















Lady Spy

(In praise of Vera Atkins)





She began her work in the French section of the SOE as a secretary
She became a de facto intelligence officer as deemed necessary
She recruited and deployed British agents in occupied France
She awaited decoded transmissions sent by them furtherance

Known for her steel-trap intelligence and fierce loyalty absolute
She stood on the runway to watch each take off in a parachute
While Hitler was unaware of Atkin's street smart brilliance
The F Section was equivalent to fifteen division's endurance

She was ardent in the search for F Section's 118 missing agents
Ensured that they were widely recognized for their achievements
In the world of spies, the tight-lipped, outspoken lady was the boss
The Knight of the Legion of Honour was grieved with tremendous loss

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai

"I could not take my eyes off myself when I wore the red kurti for trial; I was taken aback by my own beauty. And moreover every self help books, motivational and spiritual videos now a days chants the same mantra LOVE YOURSELF. I just followed my heart. I don't think there is anything wrong in this."
After giving this short lecture on her new avatar Mishti pondered over her speech for sometime. How fluently and fearlessly she voiced out what she felt. The recipient of the speech Neha, her best friend gaped at her.
"What? Did I say anything wrong? I know this is the problem of the people in this world. They are all idealists when it comes to speeches...We should do this, do that and blah blah blah.... but if someone follows up their lectures and do it actually they tag them as nuisance. What kind of society are we living in? We have as well at the same time we do not have the freedom to speech and expression. What good is education doing to us? Just a job and loads of bank balance? We don't think rationally and when we try do that we are termed as anti-socials. I cannot think of any better word than Hypocrite to name the society in which we are living."
Neha was astounded. Is this the same Mishti she knew yesterday ? What a transformation overnight... 
"I agree to whatever you say but just that did not expect you to speak these words out someday." Neha said with a low voice expecting Mishti to give a reply back poking the burning coal inside her which was born overnight.  Mishti was about to say something when suddenly Prof. Dasgupta entered the class.
"Good morning Sir!" sang the class in unison. 
"Good morning all of you, take your seats". Prof. Dasgupta had a profound knowledge in his subject. He wanted to do a lot in his life, he wanted to be among the top ten or twenty well known teachers across globe but situations did not favor him. He also became a  victim of the stereotypes in the society...Studying, getting a job, marrying and then children. The students did not like one thing about him. He was too judgmental and did not use to think twice before he speaking. 
"So today we are going to begin with the epic poem PARADISE LOST  BY MILTON.I want Janvi to read the first few lines. Janvi , where are you?" 
Janvi was the favorite student of Prof. Dasgupta. She was beautiful and she used to recite poems beautifully. Her pronunciation was just like the British people and sir favored her too much to give the other students of the class an opportunity to explore their own talents.
"Sir, she is absent today" came the sad reply from one of the students. "Can i read sir?" the same student asked. Prof. Dasgupta raised his eyebrows and gave a smirk. "Well other than Janvi I think I am the only person who will be able to do justice to the poem by reading it out". 
Everyone looked down and the one girl who showed courage to express her willingness to read was almost in tears. Mishti did not like this. She did not use to like it any other day also but that day was really special for some unknown reason.
"Because of your partiality we do not get chance to express ourselves and know what we are good in" said Mishti with a bold and steady voice. "Teachers like you demotivate us to believe in ourselves and do what we want to. For you, Janvi is the best student of this class. Have you ever tried to speak or listen to the other students? Have you tried to know what we are good in or given a chance to show our caliber? The truth is that we do not respect you, we do not like to listen to your nonsense and disrespectful words; so we keep quiet and you are such a fool that you take our silence as a form of respect to you. When you cannot give respect to others how can you expect the same from us?"
Prof. Dasgupta had a strange expression on his face. He looked disturbed. The whole class looked at Mishti and they just could not take their eyes off her. Not only because she was looking beautiful, but there was a new Mishti there standing and speaking aloud the thoughts of each and every mind in the class.
"Is this the way to talk to your teacher? You used to be a quiet student of the class. Did someone give you a dare to do what you just did?" Prof. Dasgupta asked in his suspicious tone.
"I just spoke out the truth sir, which you should have known long back but we were tamed not to speak out the bitter truth in front of the public or else we will be given punishments by hypocrites like you. I know after this day you will give me less marks in the assessments to come up and also can influence the other teachers of our department to do the same because you are powerful and the dynamics of power works now a days mostly at places when one's ego is hurt."
Prof. Dasgupta blurted out something which was not audible.  He closed his book, took the register and walked out off the class. And there stood Mishti with a smile on her face and a satisfaction which was brought to her by herself today. The entire class could not but stand up and clap for this girl for such a daring and honest discourse. Mishti became the star of the day.
"Thank God, your father did not see you going to the college in these clothes, wearing such make ups and paints on your lips." Mishti 's mother heaved a sigh of relief when she came back from college. "You know boys are attracted to girls who do not show off much, wear decent clothes and prepare good food for them. You should learn cooking now, at least you can start with the basics." Mishti 's mother thought her lecture will motivate Mishti to run to the kitchen and prepare something for the evening. But instead of that Mishti spoke-
" Maa, I want to go to out of my state to pursue my further studies. I want to explore the world, meet new people, try out new things. Is that not exciting!"
"Are you out of your mind? You are not doing anything great that you have to go out and study. You can continue with your studies here only. You can get a job also from here itself, why do you want to trouble yourself by going such far away places?"
Mishti expected similar kind of reply from her mother. She went on" Maa, I do not want to be a frog inside the well. to the frog the well is the world but the world is so vast. It will enhance my job opportunities and believe me it will help me to become a better human being." 
" I too also want you to become that dear! But look at me, I am also a working woman. I did not go to other states to seek my fortune, I know you will say that it was your time and now the time and situation both are different; what you popularly term as GENERATION GAP; but trust me if you have the potential you can do wonders."
"You wanted to go Maa but just because grandpa will feel bad you did not even place the proposal to him. After your marriage you wanted to start your own business. You wanted to go to Delhi to do your MBA and learn some foreign languages. Why am I putting past tense in my words. I think you still want to do them. You have pushed them down somewhere in your subconscious mind and you do not want to take them out because you are too afraid too speak about your opinions as you fear that it will offend others. I do not want to be like you. I have my opinions and it matters to me. If I am not going to take care of my thoughts someone else will take charge of them and manipulate them like it happened for you. Tag your ideas as Copyright Reserved."
Maa was not surprised as to what Mishti said or to see the change in her like the other people that day. Somewhere down her mind and heart she always wanted Mishti to be like that, outspoken. She knew that one day Mishti will speak out and that day will be the best day in her life, the most awaited day. She took a sip from her cup of tea, smiled and said "Well, I did not expect this day will come so soon!". 
Mishti and her mother both smiled at each other as if they understood what their minds were trying to speak out. Both of them knew, sometimes silence is the best speaker and that is what they were following in that conversation.

Everyday we wake up switching on our conscious minds and involuntarily  switching off the subconscious one. So many emotions, actions are suppressed in us; beating the walls of the brain box to let it open but alas they fail in their attempts!!!!  We know a world that we try to be unknown to because of so many factors. Mishti , the protagonist of the novel tries to explore both these worlds and where does she land up?

When Ren Baqian woke up, it was already early morning. After taking a look at the first glimmer of light outside the window, Ren Baqian lay back down on the bed for a very long time before getting up.
Today was the engagement day between Chen Qing and Jiang Nan. No matter what, he had to attend their engagement feast.
Inside his wardrobe, the suits that he previously wore to work could no longer be worn. Ren Baqian took some body measurements and realized he had become heavier by at least 6 kilograms. He used to weigh 71 kilograms. Now, he weighed approximately 77 kilograms.
He ate meat for almost every meal in that world. It was no wonder that he became heavier.
On Earth, his physique was just right, not too shabby. However, in Dayao, he was frail and weak like a chicken—according to Caretaker Shi.
He put on a random shirt, went out to have his breakfast, and went to buy a blue-colored suit. He spent a few thousand yuan on the new set of clothing. It wasn't considered too expensive, and it fit him very well.
 Following which, he gave Chen Qing a call and asked about the time of the engagement feast.
When he knew it was set at night, he went to the supermarket and bought a heap of White Rabbit Creamy Candies and various types of chocolates. He spent roughly 2000 yuan on 8 kilograms of White Rabbit Creamy Candies and the chocolates.
After stuffing these things into the boot of his car, Ren Baqian went to buy a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems and Three Hundred Song Poems.
The empress had personally given him the task ,and he did not dare to be negligent about it. He had to memorize the poems so that he could attack whoever that dared to show off to him.
After driving back home to drop off the things he bought, Ren Baqian lay on the sofa and moaned. He felt that the sofa on Earth was much more comfortable and softer than the stool in that world.
He still could not make a sofa yet. After all, it would still take some more time before the leather was ready. The leather would take approximately eight to ten days before it was ready. When the leather was ready, he would make one sofa and gift it to the empress. Then, he would make one for himself and placed it in his house [his house in the other world]. With a sofa in the house, he could find somewhere to lie on at night.
After lying on the sofa for a while, he got up and charged the stun baton. Subsequently, he uploaded the photos from his camera onto his computer. Then, he registered a new Weibo account, named it "The New Life in The Strange World", and uploaded the photos of Tiantian and Gungun onto it.
 There were photos of them sleeping, playing, rolling about, and hugging his legs. He uploaded a total of thirty photos.
He had uploaded a few photos of sceneries that he deemed not bad as well.
He did not care whether or not would people take note of the photos he uploaded onto Weibo. To him, these photos were records of his life in the strange world.
After uploading the photos onto Weibo, Ren Baqian took out Three Hundred Tang Poems and began to recite the poems silently. If he wanted to keep those people's ego in check, he had to know these poems by heart.
A month's time was neither too long nor too short. One day in that world was equivalent to three days on Earth. He got to return to Earth from that world roughly seven times a month. As such, the time he had in the two worlds added up to be approximately half a month.
 However, he was still short on time. He had to work hard to keep those people's ego in check.
Wait, did he remember something wrongly? A streak of light flashed across Ren Baqian's mind. He realized something was amiss.
First, there was still one month before the empress's birthday. Caretaker Shi said it was approximately one month to the empress's birthday. He did not say it was exactly one month's time.
Second, a feudal society wasn't the same as a modern society. The means of transport in that world weren't developed. Ordinary people usually did not travel far away from their homes. Every time they had to travel far, they would take up ten days to half a month to do so. Furthermore, this was travelling within the country. For a huge event like the empress's birthday, they would certainly set off earlier. There was an eighty percent chance that they would arrive earlier. It was normal that they would arrive ten days to half a month earlier.
Ren Baqian did not have much time left. If they were to arrive one month earlier, he would only have enough time to take a quick look at the poetry books.
Time wasn't just running short, he was basically in a desperate situation.
When Ren Baqian thought of this, he jumped up from the sofa. For the whole afternoon, he tried to memorize the poems in the book. He did not even work so hard during the final year at university.
 The last time he possessed such a degree of diligence was when he was studying for university entrance examinations.
After half of the day was gone, Ren Baqian then put down the book with his head spinning. After resting for a while, he changed his clothes and headed to the restaurant where the engagement feast between Chen Qing and Jiang Nan was being held.
When he reached the entrance, he saw Chen Qing wearing a red-colored suit and Jiang Nan wearing a red-colored qipao. Both of them were merrily receiving the guests at the entrance.
Chen Qing came from a rich family. Even though Jiang Nan's family wasn't as wealthy as Chen Qing's, her parents were university professors. She still came from a literary family after all. Standing there, both of them looked extremely compatible.
Yes, Jiang Nan wasn't extraordinarily pretty, but she possessed an extremely tranquil charm.
When Chen Qing saw Ren Baqian, he smiled and stepped forward to give him a hug.
"My presence itself is your gift. What I have, you already have. What I don't have, you still have it," Ren Baqian spread his arms and said. He indeed did not think of giving Chen Qing any present.
"It's hard to even meet up with you nowadays, your attendance alone is enough," Chen Qing patted Ren Baqian's shoulder and said.
Ren Baqian gave a grimace of a pain. Chen Qing did not use a lot of strength but
Ren Baqian's shoulder still felt painful. His shoulder was already swollen after it was patted by Caretaker Shi several times.
"Congratulations, Jiang Nan," Ren Baqian greeted Jiang Nan. "This day has finally arrived."
Jiang Nan's face was filled with bliss. She pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you, but it has indeed been very long since I last saw you."
"I'm quite busy recently, you should know it," Ren Baqian chuckled and waved his hand.
"Busy with eating? You have fattened up so much."
 Ren Baqian burst into a laughter.
After exchanging greetings, Ren Baqian was led to a table next to the main table.
The two families did not arrange this engagement feast without any restraint. Only close family members and friends were invited. There were roughly four to five tables.
"Little Ren, you have come," Chen Qing's dad greeted Ren Baqian when he saw him.
"Uncle, you can just call me Baqian. Otherwise, every time I'll feel like you're scolding me," Ren Baqian said helplessly.
Hearing these words, Chen Qing's dad laughed heartily.
However, since today was the engagement feast for both families, Chen Qing's dad did not have much time to entertain Ren Baqian. He placed his main focus on familiarizing himself with Jiang Nan's family members.
Ren Baqian sat to one side sipping his tea. He was reciting the poems from Three Hundred Tang Poems in his head, reinforcing his memory.
Subsequently, Ren Baqian went into his own world, looking as though his soul had left his body. Occasionally, he would return to his senses and looked the blissful faces of Chen Qing and Jiang Nan. He felt happy for both of them too.
After attending the engagement feast, Ren Baqian thought about how his mum pushed him to go on a blind date and shook his head lightly.
If his situation did not change, he couldn't find a stable girlfriend.
Ren Baqian walked out of the restaurant and a cold wind blew across his face, causing his neck to shiver and pull back. Today was indeed very cold.
He quickly got onto his car and switched on the heater. Within a short period of time, he felt warmer.
 He drove home, switched on his computer, and checked his newly-created Weibo account. Even though he did not really care if there was anyone checking out his Weibo account, he still hoped someone would see and notice the photos he uploaded.
After all, those were the footprints of him going to that strange world.
After Ren Baqian logged in to his Weibo account, he realized his album had a few hundred likes and ten over comments. He felt slightly happy.
He opened up the comment section and looked at it. Most of the comments were asking him whether or not he worked in a zoo, which zoo he worked in, and etc. Only two comments were directed at his scenery shots. The two comments were asking him about where took the pictures so that they could visit the place too.
Indeed, a national treasure had the most captivating power.[Pandas are often considered national treasure of China.]
The second day, Ren Baqian studied the poetry book for the entire day. During the afternoon, he felt dizzy and that his mind was in a muddle. He threw the poetry book aside, went downstairs, got into his car, and went out for a spin to relax himself. 
He drove aimlessly through the city. As he turned a corner, he saw an unadorned girl carrying several things while walking forward with great effort. He sighed silently in his heart. A few months ago, he was just like her: struggling to survive in the city.
The speed of his car couldn't be considered fast. When he passed her, he turned around to look at her. She looked delicate and pretty. The next second, he found her somewhat familiar.
After thinking for a while, he still couldn't recognize who she was. When he noticed a red-colored hearing air on her ear, he suddenly recalled who she was.
 It was the counter lady with a hearing disability that he had encountered previously in the restaurant. He reckoned that she must have developed the hearing disability when she was very young, causing her not being able to speak. Even though she could hear people talking with the help of the hearing aid, she still lost part of her speaking capability. This caused her voice to be slightly awful and her words to be unclear. As such, even if she could talk, she would choose not to.


In a world where its inhabitants can destroy a city wall single-handedly, the empress has a kirin as her pet, and the imperial palace of Great Xia has a pool containing a dragon. There is also a Sword Mountain where spirit swords occasionally leave in search of a master .

Bootlicking the empress, Ren Baqian ascended to the apex of life.　　

"'Literary works flow overseas, if one wants to compose poetry and drink wine, they will stopover at the west gate again?' Seems like this Lu Yuan truly has some real ability."
"Hehe, grandpa's judgment wouldn't be wrong. If I say he is talented, it means that he is!"
"Grandpa, matching a couplet cannot mean anything. It can only prove that he isn't an ignorant and incompetent person. There are so many people here, are they not all people of talent?"
"Hehe, I know your judgment is very high. Have you heard of [Für Elise] before? That was created by him."
"I've been immersed in ancient poetry these few days, I've not heard of that yet."
"If you are free, you should listen to it. The melody of Für Elise has already been entered into the teaching books. After you listen to it, you will know why grandpa regards this young man so highly."
"If he is really a person of talent, he would surely display his brilliance here in the Poetry Exchange! If he can get within the top three rankings, I will consider him."
"Your requirements are too high. It's very rare for there to be men who are proficient in all fields in the world. Unless he is a genius of course. I feel that he is already sufficiently outstanding, and he is also very humble. He doesn't have the air of arrogance most literati have."
"No! My requirements will not change. Even if I cannot meet someone like that in my entire life, I won't change. It isn't so bad to live alone until I'm old."
"Sigh, you really...what can I say to you…"
On the second level, Grandpa Chen looked to be in vigorous health. He looked at his granddaughter while shaking his head and sighing in his heart.
This granddaughter was good in many aspects. Her talent and ability were high too.
But her brain must have been damaged.
What kind of man would have the talent so high that it reached the requirements she was looking for?
Wasn't this pure nonsense?
.........
This time, the Poetry Exchange was split into two factions.
The classical poetry society and modern poetry society.
Ever since ancient times, they had always scorn each other.
The modern poetry supporters felt that classical poetry supporters were too inflexible and kept adhering to old ideas. They only knew how to follow the old ways and were lacking in new ideas.
The classical poetry supporters felt that modern poetry supporters had forgotten their foundations. The poems they wrote contained no depth, and in recent times, no one in the modern poetry society was overflowing with talent. Hence, the content of their poems was simply sentimental nonsense.
These two factions would always clash with each other in the Poetry Exchange every year, comparing their poems. Everyone hoped that the faction they supported could suppress the other. However, they both had an equal share of limelight every year and the difference was truly minimal. Basically, they were in a tie...
After all, regardless of classical poetry or modern poetry, they had never been compared to see which was better in history. They were all poems. Only the talent of poets was being compared.
Maybe it was because those who could enter the Poetry Exchange were all students ranking at the top of various universities. Their accomplishments in literature were naturally outstanding. Hence, when the judges gave out the points, the score would always hover around the 9-point mark. It was very rare for there to be a lower or higher score given. The winner of each year also won barely by 0.xx+ points. It was impossible for there to be a situation of absolute crushing dominance.
Hence, in such a situation, even the number of talents in each faction was something the two factions wanted to compete about.
Lu Yuan managed to match an extremely difficult couplet. In the eyes of people of this faction, he was a rare talent!
If Lu Yuan hadn't been dragged to the west gate by Li Dongqiang, he most probably would have been sitting at the classical poetry side, eating fruits and idling away his time. If that happened, he would occasionally glance at the people and clap a little for the atmosphere, waiting for the exchange to be peacefully finished. But now...
The situation wasn't too good.
"Lu Yuan, you say for yourself. Now, you have two entry passes, so you can choose to sit at two seats. Which one do you want?"
"That's right, what would you choose? The classical poetry side or our modern poetry side!?"
"..."
The light here was very bright, and it shone down on Lu Yuan's bitter and somewhat forced smile.
Not far away, on an empty space at the footpath, a few cameramen hurriedly turned their cameras and filmed Lu Yuan. The reporters at the side had looks of interest on their faces as they wrote down notes…
At this moment, regardless of who they were, all the members of the Poetry Exchange were staring at Lu Yuan, waiting for his choice. The atmosphere became slightly awkward once again.
"Can I choose to stand and watch? I feel that standing up is quite good." Lu Yuan took in a deep breath upon seeing the gazes of the people and the flash of the cameras.
He felt that there would be a problem no matter where he chose.
"No way!"
"No way! You have to choose!"
Shen Rong and Dao Yuting spoke out at the same time.
"Ah, no good. My stomach is aching. It's so painful that I cannot stand it. Where's the toilet? I need to make a trip there…" Lu Yuan instantly thought of an idea as he looked at the people here. Under the dumbfounded gazes of the crowd, he clutched his stomach and ran toward the direction of the toilet.
Out of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best one!
"We will wait for him to come back and choose."
"Sure!"
The attitudes of Dao Yuting and Shen Rong were so intense that there was a smell of gunpowder in the air. After that, they returned to their seats.
......…...
Lu Yuan ran to the toilet, and he subconsciously searched in his pocket.
His disappointment continued to ferment.
He wanted to hide in the toilet and would only come out when the Poetry Exchange was about to be concluded. It could be considered that he had 'finished enduring' today.
However, he didn't know which bro was it that had diarrhea. In the toilet, sounds of firecrackers popping kept ringing out. The sound was one thing, but the smell was so pungent that those who smelled it would instantly feel like vomiting.
How could Lu Yuan, who was not smoking, endure such a thing? He finally cursed 'MMP' in his heart and speechlessly ran out of the toilet.
Under the light, he stared at the two entry passes in his hand…
(Forget it, I'll go to the Old Master's seat.)
He ultimately had to choose one after all.
Lu Yuan hesitated for a while. Ultimately, he walked in the direction of the seat the Old Master had arranged for him, under the sound of sighing from Shen Rong and the excited gaze of Dao Yuting.
When the talents of the classical poetry faction saw this scene, their expressions were filled with a few hints of satisfaction. As for those from the modern poetry faction, all of them were glaring at Lu Yuan with envy, speechlessness, and rage...
There were all sorts of expressions.
If looks could kill, Lu Yuan would probably already be dead.
"Brother, not bad! You have good judgment! My name is Xu Xiaonian, it's an honor to meet you!"
"Eh, my name is Lu Yuan, it's an honor to meet you…"
Lu Yuan just sat down and there was already a youth wearing a traditional Han Chinese robe coming over to converse with Lu Yuan. This youth clasped his fists together and had a very polite look on his face.
Lu Yuan also mirrored his mannerisms. It was just that the more he did so, the stranger he felt.
He wasn't used to this.
"It's really good that brother decided to join our classical poetry faction. Your presence really brings light to our humble location!"
"Ah? Actually, I don't really know much about poetry. I'm just a dabbler and I came here because I wanted to learn…"
"Brother, you are too humble. Being able to match the lower part of that couplet already shows your skill. If you are a dabbler, wouldn't I be a layman? Brother, there's no need to be so unduly humble. If you are overly humble, that would be considered flaunting…"
"My luck was just good...I really don't have much talent and ability." Lu Yuan blushed with shame when he saw the impressed look on the youth's face when speaking with Lu Yuan.
He also felt extremely awkward.
"You are just too modest. Oh, by the way, I received news that the test topic today will be about 'farmer'. We have to use the topic to craft a poem. Do you have any insight on this?"
"Farmer?" Lu Yuan shook his head. "No. Actually, I don't really know how to write poems. I will just watch as you write it,"
"Everyone has to write one...this is the rule of the competition."
"Ah? The rule?"
"Yes."
"Is there a reward?"
"For the first-place in every category, the winner would have an honor certificate…"
"I'm not asking about the certificates. I mean, are there any monetary rewards?"
"Yeah, the monetary rewards should be $50,000 for every category."
"$50,000!"
Lu Yuan, who had planned to slack like a salted fish, suddenly changed his attitude. His eyes brightened when he heard this.
(Farmer? Wait a minute…)
(I… Want to thank my primary school's language teacher!)
Lu Yuan took in a deep breath and felt a little high.
"Yea, what about it?"
"Nothing…"
As the two were discussing below the stage, the music of the opening ceremony rang out from the stage. After that, a few old men sat on the judging table. The one at the corner was none other than Old Master Chen.
"Respected gifted scholars, a very good night to everyone. Today, our Poetry Exchange is honored enough to have invited…"
After the host's introduction, the lighting on the stage dimmed. After that, the audience who were initially making noise suddenly fell silent.
A giant screen at the back of the stage showed the topic of this category...
The test topic was 'Farmer'!
"Farmer, hehe. It's truly the case. Luckily, I did some preparations. Brother...brother? Mn?" When Xu Xiaonan glanced over, he saw Lu Yuan already lifting his brush in excitement and wrote words on the xuan paper...
When Xu Xiaonan took a closer look, he discovered that Lu Yuan's words were as messy as the dance of dragons and phoenixes.
Mn…
He completely had no idea what Lu Yuan was writing.
This calligraphy was truly…
Too unique?
Note:
MMP is the acronym of a chinese cursing phrase: "Your mom is a prostitute." The alternatives are mmp [pinyin acronym] and X賣批 [mā mài pī].


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…

The night sky was vast.

It was 11 P.M. at night.

After the meal, Heavenly Queen Zhang Yuanqi held her chest with one hand as she leaned against the headboard to send email on her phone. Maybe she was working, as her face looked serious and sullen. She did not have any intention of speaking to Zhang Ye.

She would kill the donkey the moment it left the millstone!

You’ve forgotten about this bro after you are full?

Zhang Ye also knew that a distinguished person like her was busy, so he did not disturb her. He also wasn't emboldened enough to disturb her. Zhang Yuanqi was standing at the pinnacle of their country's entertainment industry, while Zhang Ye himself was just a small figure, who was a fledgling. He was not even considered a celebrity. He would, at most, be considered a public figure. The gap between them was heaven and earth. Zhang Ye knew this himself, so he was very respectful towards a senior.

Switching on the computer, he began doing his own thing. He first checked his Weibo and was suddenly dumbfounded. Why were there so many forwards for one of his Weibo messages? Upon checking, he realized what had happened. The "Flying Bird and Fish" message that originally only had about 2,000-3,000 forwards back then? It wasn't that much. But now, this poem's forwards on Weibo had suddenly become more than 8,000. It had tripled! After being surprised for a while, Zhang Ye treated it as nothing. Back in his world, "Flying Bird and Fish" itself had more than a hundred million clicks on the internet. How many people did not see it? Hence, this tiny explosive increase was reasonable. A good poem could never be buried. As for the reason? Zhang Ye's analysis was that it was due to many things. "Ghost Blows Out the Light", fairy tale stories and his other poems. The number of people who knew of him was slowly increasing. So people would begin checking his other works, which created an entire increase in popularity for all of his works!

"Good poem!"

"Only now do I know about this poem today!"

"Why are there so many forwards? Let me see it first."

"Classic. Who is this Zhang Ye?"

"You have just seen it? It's already a poem from last month. This poem even saved a person's life. It is especially legendary!"

Zhang Ye browsed through everyone's comments as he was lost in reverie. They were basically positive. As he was enjoying it, there was a sudden comment that appeared!

Meng Dongguo.

Verification: Beijing Writer's Association Vice President. Poet. Author.

He was a distinguished person with more than 3 million fans!

Meng Dongguo had used his verified Weibo to openly question, "I do not know why such things can become so popular. Just because there's a lot of people looking and commenting on it, that makes it a good poem? A legend? It saved a life? A poem's worth is based on its literary value; it does not depend on other stories or situations to add to its worth. I cannot see any literary value in this poem. All I see is moaning and drool. This can also be considered a modern poem? This is also called literature? Also, the author's ‘A Generation’, I would not comment on the poem's words, but why do I find the topic so twisted? A slightly past 20-year-old child commenting on a generation? This should be a term used by us, right? You are not grown up yet, and still have a long road ahead. You do not have the ability to see through your generation, so don't write such a poem to cause ridicule to yourself!"

Some people did not like that.

"It can't be!? I think it's very good!"

"So what about youths? Youths can't write poems?"

"What a joke! Just one sentence of 'you young people don't know anything' to negate all his worth? To think that you are the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association?"

However, there were even more that joined the ranks of the doubters.

A number of them were authors and poets of the Beijing Writer's Association. They were all verified accounts.

Romance author Zheng Anbang commented, "Even Vice President Meng has commented? Actually, I was not able to continue watching this, starting from a long time ago. This poem may be very popular now, but no matter how many times I see it, I can't figure out what is good about it!"

Children's literature author Little Red Mushroom commented, "Zhang Ye's poem isn't bad, but it's only average. It does not deserve all this attention!"

A famous poet in Beijing, whose pseudonym was Big Thunder, said, "What a mess! Complete bull****! What sort of poem is this? What are you trying to express with ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’? Do you think these are the old days? Even if you wanted to expression that period's rebellion and helplessness, how old are you? Do you know what the old society was like? Were you composing poems with your fantasy? How can there be any literary skill!? He is, at best, a temporary demagogue! Those who are following you, what's up with all of you? Do you even have any appreciation for art? I really wonder!"

Suddenly, five to six authors and poets began barraging Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye, who was in front of his computer, could not help but curse, "What the f***! Are you monkeys backup that were invited? Where did you all pop up from? Did I provoke all of you!?"

Zhang Yuanqi did not know what was happening as she came behind Zhang Ye. As she held her shoulders, her face was expressionless as she looked without blinking at his computer screen, "Who are they scolding?"

"Scolding me." Zhang Ye said angrily.

Zhang Yuanqi's eyelids twitched, "Meng Dongguo? Beijing Writers’ Association's Leader? This person has quite a bit of reputation in the industry, right? Then what about Little Red Mushroom? She was the one who wrote fairy tales, right? Big Thunder? I have seen his poems. He is not anything in the country, but he is still quite famous in Beijing." As the literature circle was encroaching into the entertainment industry, it was almost indivisible. As an S-list star in the industry, Zhang Yuanqi was quite aware of this. She was objective with their evaluations. Of course, only Zhang Yuanqi had the right to say this. If it was anyone else, no one would dare say who was not anything in the country. "Why are so many Beijing authors and poets scolding you? Are you very famous?"

Zhang Ye was still upset, "What do you mean, famous? I have only written a few poems. But who knows why they suddenly went crazy and started scolding me? My poems have problems? What an unfunny joke!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqi stared at him, "You can compose poetry?"

"Of course. Have you heard of ‘Flying Bird and Fish’?"

"...No."

"What about ‘A Generation’?"

"....Never heard of it."

"Alright. Then, forget that I said anything!"

Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She said in a deadpan manner, "Go sit at the coffee table." There was only one chair in the house. With Zhang Ye standing up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.

Zhang Ye no longer had the energy to care about this, "They are bullies!"

Zhang Yuanqi must have finished her work, as she began speaking to Zhang Ye, "Everything has a cause. Go look at the first person who questioned you, Meng Dongguo's, Weibo."

After checking, Zhang Ye was immediately enlightened. Meng Dongguo had published a few poems early in the month. But other than a few fans praising it, no one else had seen it. The forwarding count of a single poem from Zhang Ye was more than all his poems combined by ten times. "He saw that my results as a newcomer are better than his, so he wants to pull me down?  What a grandson! What sort of people are they!?"

Zhang Yuanqi was only watching the scene unfold before her as she remained silent.

At this moment, the fans of Meng Dongguo and a few poets and authors had rushed to Zhang Ye's Weibo to curse at him. They did so indiscriminately!

"Demagogue!"

"To think you dare to publish such a beaten-up poem?"

"Everyone, don't read this person's poem. The industry’s experts have given their evaluation. This is not called literature. There is no value to it!"

"It can't be? It's quite good!"

"Do you know, or do the experts know?"

"That's right; the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association has already said it's bad!"

"I see. I thought it was such a good poem. You wasted my feelings!"

"That's right; I even recited Zhang Ye's poem to my children. I never expected it to not have any cultural value. Isn't this harming others? Harming me is fine, but don't mislead my children!"

"Zhang! Get lost from of the field of poetry!"

"Get lost! There is no need for you!"

"To think I liked Zhang Ye's poems in the past. Hai, it’s so disappointing!"

A few of Zhang Ye's original fans were steered by Meng Dongguo and a few authors and poets, as they began to complain!

However, there were people who insisted on supporting Zhang Ye. However, soon, they drowned in those people's spit. They had no chance to talk!

Zhang Ye felt sourness in his heart. He was also very distressed. That was the popularity that he had worked hard to obtain. But just because of their few words, it was being scattered away. Even those who supported Zhang Ye's poems were no longer that firm in their beliefs. After all, with so many professional Teachers and famous authors and poets collectively denying Zhang Ye's worth, people would all have second thoughts as to whether his poem was really good.

Even his fans were scolding him. Zhang Ye's fists clenched tightly.

Zhang Yuanqi said indifferently, "This is what the circle is like. You have to get used to others. If not..."

"Then what's the ‘if not’?" Zhang Ye asked for advice.

Zhang Yuanqi said coldly, "...If not, make others get used to you."

Zhang Ye thought for a while and, after digesting Zhang Yuanqi's words, he was no longer angry. Seeing the cursing or disappointed fans, Zhang Ye posted a message on Weibo.

It was a response!

A response from one to all!

Zhang Yuanqi was by his side, reading. As she saw Zhang Ye type one word after another, her gaze changed for the first time. There was a brilliance in her eyes!

Zhang Ye had written this.

"See me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

"Miss me, or not. There will affection lay, no immersion, nor dispersion."

"Love me, or not. There will love remain, no more, nor less."

"Follow me, or not. In your hand is mine, no discarding, nor departure."

"Come to me, or give me your heart to dwell in."

"Love with serenity. Rejoice in silence."

This was an old poem. Why so? Because according to the poem's age, it was actually quite old in Zhang Ye's world. It was not very famous at all until the movie, "If You Are the One 2" was released. It then became famous. Even the drama, "Palace" had used it as lyrics for its ending song. Later on, someone said that this poem was composed by Tsangyang Gyatso. Actually it wasn't. There was even a copyright lawsuit. The original author of the poem was Tashi Lam, Dodo? The original name of the poem was "The Silence of Vadjra Guru Pema" and also "See Me or Not".

Some people might question whether a love poem like this would be suitable in this situation.

It was precisely that many people were not sure. This poem was not a love poem at all. It had nothing to do with love. This poem's inspiration came from his world's Guru Rinpoche's famous words, "I have never abandoned people who believed in me, or even those who did not believe in me. Although they will not see me, my children will forever be protected by my compassion." This poem expressed the Guru's neither clinging, nor abandoning love for his disciples. It had nothing to do with romantic love.

It was perfectly apt for Zhang Ye to use it as a response!

Maybe he was not as noble as the original authors, but it currently represented his feelings!

Regardless of people who like me staying or leaving me.

I will be right here, neither clinging, nor abandoning, neither sad, nor happy!


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!

"Morning." Ruby says to Kyra
"Good morning." Blake says with bags under her eyes.
"Blake did you sleep at all last night?" Yang asks worried.
"No..." Blake says 
"Was it Zewi?" Kyra asks while holding the Zewi against body.
"It couldn't have been Zewi right?" Ruby asks hugging both Kyra and Zewi.
"No..." Blake says as blood starts coming out her nose looking at Kyra and Ruby hugging in their pajamas.
*cough*
"Kyra, you are still in the Vault suit as you call it." Yang says
"So? Kyra is our adopted sister and my girlfriend. Everyone else in the room is girls aswell. I'm sure she doesn't mind us looking." Ruby says as Kyra blushes.
"Ruby? You wanna take a shower?" Kyra says 
"T-together!?" Ruby says blushing and becomes a stuttering mess.
"No you get first shower today remember?" Kyra says with a smile as she loves the teasing war her and Ruby are in.
"Ok but I want my good mornin-" Ruby is cut off as Kyra kisses her.
"Okay, go shower before we run out of time." Kyra says
==================
An hour later in the Amphitheater.
"Professor Ozpin would like to share a few words before we begin." Glynda 
"Today we stand together, united. Mistral, Atals, Vacuo, and Vale The four kingdoms of Remnant." Ozpin
'He forgot Menagerie they really need a official Academy.' Kyra thinks 
(A/N: and I now have a future plot line for a few years down the road.)
"On this day nearly 80 years ago, the largest war in recorded history came to an end." Ozpin says 
'Yeah a war that was started over land and resources. A war that left city's to be destroyed by Grimm while their warriors were out fighting the good fight. A war that was started by Atlas and Misteral. Why? Because of greed, they chose greed over survival. Towns cities and parts of entire countries were left defenseless to the grimm. And the last battlefield was a blood bath with the warriors having to take breaks to fight Grimm before continuing the war.' Kyra thinks pissed about general human nature. Luckily people can learn.
"It was a war of ignorance, of greed, and of oppression. A war that was about much more than where borders fell or who traded with whom. But about the very idea of individualism itself." Ozpin says 
'If anyone has ever read the book matched its like that mixed with hunger games only there's no children sacrificing. 100 poems that's it that's all that exists for poems it's not possible for there to be more than 100 of any one thing. Except here poems don't exist never have you will be killed if make one. It was a dystopian society, it literally lost its soul except for in the capital.' Kyra thinks getting even more mad at Atlas who are now the 'good guys'.
"We fought for countless reasons, one of which being the destruction of all forms of art and self expression. As you are all aware that is something many could not stand for." Ozpin says
'You take the lead there Ozpin, retired king of Vale the hero King who's battle record became a frightening legend. I think it was 1 swing could take down 10 men or something ridiculous like that.' Kyra thinks again 
"As a result, those who opposed this tyranny began naming their children after one of the core aspects of art itself, Color. It was their way to demonstrate that not only would they refuse to tolerate this oppression, but neither would the generations to come. And it is a trend that is held to this very day. We encourage individuality, expressionism, and unity. Through diversity." Ozpin
'Besides Atlas where all hunters are either retired or part of the military. And the Faunus are basically still slaves in a dust mine.' Kyra thinks 
"As I have said, today we stand together, United. But this bond cannot exists without effort. Which is why today while the rest of the world celebrated peace, huntsmen and Huntresses will work to up hold it. As first year students. You will be tasked with shadowing a professional hunter on a mission." Ozpin says
'Ah, he's doing that to hide us as just students on a trip rather than it being some weird movement by us. Good job Ozpin.' Kyra thinks 
"Some of you will be take out of the kingdom for several days. Others may work within the walls for the rest of the week. No matter which path you chose remember to be safe, remember your training, and to do your very best." Ozpin says walking away.
"So we already got a mission for the next week." Yang says
"Yep." Ruby says 
"I need to go get something, see you at the meet up point." Kyra says running away at the speed of a speed semblance pick pocketing emerald as she runs by her.
"Where is she going?" Weiss asks
"She wants to demean atlas again." Ruby says knowing even talking about the war pisses off Kyra and she just heard Ozpin give a lecture on it.
"Oh yeah, I remember how big of a reputation hit they took after she demolished one of Atlas' mech suits." Weiss says 
"She said something about face slapping and how I of all people with a Chinese last name should understand it." Yang says
"Any clue on what she was talking about?" Blake asks
"None what so ever." Yang says 
"What's the worst she can do?" Weiss asks
"You really don't wanna know. She can be pretty shameless. Only when it comes to atlas though.  Last year...Shit, I shouldn't talk about that." Yang says

Reincarnated into the World of Remnant. Let’s see where this take our gender bent protagonist. What adventures will happen. Will the fall of beacon be prevented? Can Salem be stopped? Is traveling worlds possible where will they end up next.

I wanna admit now this is my second ever book. At the start, I wasn't that good at keeping track of things like time there are times when I meant to jump months and it seems like its the next day. There are times when I mean to time skip years and it was only months. The first 7 chapters are there and a mess I am sorry about that, its been over a year since I have written them and I still do not know how to fix them.  Im really only keeping this book here because it is A End. It is gonna be my last fanfic when I finish it and I like to read it sometimes to see my own growth as a writer.

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