Just a little poetry for me to complain about life or some kind of revelation bullshits.

Rhyming poetries about my life thoughts & realizations written to keep in touch with those who relate

Rhyming poetries about my life thoughts written to keep in touch with those who relate. Creativity expressed for realization's gate.

I enjoy poetry very much and I have done a lot of poetic artworks in the past, therefore I feel like it would be magical to share it with everyone. 
I didn't know much about poetry at the start but then when I got lured by the magics of it. I was trapped. It's exactly like story writing but in a rhythmic format. 
You don't know what's ahead of you unless you try.

PS: These are scattered, individual poetry in one book. They're generally really short and take a few minutes to read. They all contain different genres and are all different styles of poetry.

I truly enjoy writing poetry and I have done a lot of poetic artworks in the past - I feel like it would be magical to share it! 
I didn't know much about poetry at the start, but then when I got lured by the magics of it - I was trapped. It's exactly like story writing, but in a rhythmic style. 
I guess it's the notion of - you don't know what's ahead of you unless you try.

PS: These are scattered, individual poetry in one book. They're generally really short and take a few moments to read. They all contain different genres and are all different styles of poetry.

a poetry book about fictional love, real love, and acceptance. trigger warning.

Lu Shiming went personally and told Ms. Lu that he would take Pei and the others to live in Zhuangzi for a few days. Ms. Lu felt good after hearing this. She also said that Lu Xiang's brothers and sisters had been a little too strong recently, so it's good to relax.
    However, Ms. Lu asked him to take the other girls in the family as well, so that there would be so many people.
    Ye Zhen felt a little sad when she heard Ms. Lu's words. She proposed going to the hot springs just to avoid people at home so she could come back beautifully and naturally. If all the girls in the Lu family were, there would be what it means.
    Ms. Lu went to find Lu Jing'er and others, and asked if they would like to stay in Zhuangzi for a few days.
    "Grandma, we really want to go, but yesterday we met the second girl from Prime Minister Xu's family, and tomorrow we will go to her house to participate in the poetry meeting. We also made an appointment to go to Baihuahuayuan to enjoy of the flowers, "said Lu Jinger. She had no interest in hot springs as she was in contact with the real daughter of a family in Kyoto.
    Ms. Lu didn't force him, she just asked Ye Zhen, "Yaoyao, do you want to go to Zhuangzi, or go to the poetry meeting with Jinger and others."
    The second girl in Prime Minister Xu's family, isn't that Xu Huiru? I used to study at the same university with her, good at poetry and painting, always dissatisfied with Ye Zhen, trying to prove that he is better than her, thinking that after graduation, I will not be interested in these. I still like to open poems and receive someone else's praise.
    "Grandma, I won't go anymore. I don't know how to write poems or paint. If I go, I'll only cause trouble for the younger sisters. Let me go later when I learn to do it. Ye Zhen said with a smile, she said I don't want to add face to others.
    Lu Jinger smiled, "It is also correct that the third sister does not go."
    Ms. Lu didn't force her, "Well then, take Yaoyao and the three daughters-in-law to stay in Zhuangzi for a few days."
    Pei smiled and replied, and then went to order her servants to get ready, and she was fine to leave for Zhuangzi before noon.
    Ye Zhen was in a good mood and acted flirtatious with the old woman, "Grandma, you should go with us too. I heard that hot springs are good for beauty. Let's go back wonderfully."
    "Hahaha, Grandma will not go this time, and I will accompany you next time. When you come back, if you get beautiful, we will go again," Ms. Lu said happily.
    Lu Jing'er secretly showed a disdainful expression. If you can be beautiful if you go to the hot springs, is there still ugliness in this world?
    Ye Zhen said goodbye to Ms. Lu, hurriedly left the upper room, and ordered Daimei to pack her things. She went to speak with Mr. Shan in person.
    Mr. Shan has no opinion, it is the same wherever he wants him to go.
    When he was about to leave, I met several girls in the garden who were playing the piano in the pavilion.
    Sister Chen Qiuping wasn't in the room right now, so I don't know if Ye Zhen will go to Zhuangzi, or Lu Fang'er just knew.
    "The third sister didn't go to Zhuangzi to avoid the poetry meeting, did she?" Chen Liping asked suspiciously.
    "Sister Liping can't say that. Sister Third's heart aches." Lu Jinger chuckled. "When Sister Third is admitted to the Women's College, she will naturally dare to participate in the poetry meeting."
    Chen Qiuping was a bit more restrained, he didn't say anything, just looked at Ye Zhen with a smile.
    Ye Zhen glanced at them lightly and said with a smile, "She may not be able to pass the entrance exam, you shouldn't go out and speak, lest I be embarrassed."
    "Do we still have to talk about it? During the Flower Festival, many people have heard that the third girl in our family who has only learned a thousand characters is going to take the entrance exam. The third sister must not know yet, and there are private bets. Yes. "Lu Jinger smiled and covered his mouth.
    Ye Zhen raised his eyebrows, "You bet?"
    "The girls who can participate in the poetry meeting on weekdays open a bet, betting whether you can pass the exam or not," Lu Fanger whispered to Ye Zhen.
    "Oh? What's the bet?" Ye Zhen was interested. ,
    "If you pass the exam, you will lose ten. If you fail the exam, you will lose one," Lu Jinger said cheerfully. Recently, seeing Lu Yaoyao at home to please everyone, she was not convinced for a long time. .
    Ye Zhen showed a hurt expression, "I know, then I will go to Zhuangzi first."
    Leaving the garden, the smile on Ye Zhen's face lit up, making Dai's eyebrows puzzled it could be that the third girl was over-stimulated, that she would be happy to be scorned.
    Lu Shiming and Lu Xiangzhi were riding horses in the front, Pei and Mr. Shan were in a carriage. The two seemed to have something to say, and Ye Zhen had to follow them alone.
    Pei originally wanted to be with her daughter, but Mr. Shan said that he had something to ask her, so he had to sit down with Mr. Shan.
    "Ashi, what do you have to say? Is it about Yaoyao?" Pei asked worriedly.
    Mr. Shan looked carefully at Pei's five senses and asked with a slight frown, "Pei, don't blame me for speaking out, I don't vomit for anything."
    Pei's heart clenched slightly, and her face smiled as usual and she asked, "What's wrong?"
    "Is Yaoyao your biological daughter?" Mr. Shan asked, he can't blame her for doubting this possibility. It's really that Lu Yaoyao looks too much like Ye Zhen, and sometimes she thinks that after getting along with her these days, Ye Zhen stood in front of her.
    "Why do you ask? Yaoyao is my daughter, and she was born when I was in the border town. " This is indeed the case! Pei's heart soared, why would Shanshi ask this? Did she know Yaoyao's relatives?
    Shan Shi frowned and said, "I think it's a coincidence that Yaoyao and ... an old friend's daughter look too much alike."
    "Does her family have a lost daughter?" Pei is even more worried now, oh yeah, will the family want to go back to Yaoyao?
    "I haven't heard of that." Mr. Shan shook his head, maybe she really thought too much.
    Pei sighed in relief, "People are similar."
    Mr. Shan nodded weakly, "What you said is correct, it is similar, but Yaoyao is so smart and she will have a better future than my deceased's daughter."
    His student, Huiji, must have been injured, so he died.
    Seeing that Mr. Shan had dispelled her doubts, Pei's smile deepened, "That's because we Yaoyao have a good husband like you."
    "If you didn't leave back then, you were also the husband of the medical center," Shan said looking at Pei.
    "I will not mention the past." Pei shook her head and chuckled. She did not hesitate when Gu Di left with Lu Shiming, and she was reluctant to allow himself to be wronged in Kyoto. They have been in the border town for a long time. Many years. In fact, life is going very well, even if they don't return. She is also willing.
    Each has its own advantages. Mr. Shan understands Pei's approach. She also decided to drop out of the women's college at the time, preferring to wander.
    Pei smiled, "I just hope Yaoyao can inherit my mantle and study medicine at the medical museum. If she wants to become a medical officer, I agree."
    Mr. Shan turned to look outside and hoped that Yaoyao would not only become a medical official.

He is the cold-blooded prince of the Jin Kingdom, 
strategizing and observing the world.
    She was her princess and saved her life, but he wouldn't even see her.
    The fire was spreading and death came, and she knew her existence was a joke!
    Opening her eyes, she changed his state and was reborn two years ago.
    Ye Zhen smiled slightly: in this life, she will trample on everyone who has deceived her and deceived her identity!
    Let her taste the unforgettable pain of love sickness and the pain of unrequited love!

The core principle of poetry was the usage of level and oblique tones.
As long as the same principle applied, Xu Qian's nine years of education from the future would give him an edge.
Xu Xinnian glanced at Xu Qian and raised his chin. "A bird in the sky, a worm on the ground, the bird swooped down, the worm flew up."
Xu Lingyue covered her mouth as she giggled. Xu Qian glared at her and she looked down, her cheeks pink.
'I want to punch him for spitting such poison…' Xu Qian gritted his teeth. The poem was written by the host when he was ten years old. That year, his aunt's father had come to teach the children the basics of literature.
The topic of poetry was touched upon and thus the ridiculous poem was born.
Li Ru said mockingly, "Ningyan, not that I want to look down on you but the Xu family only birthed one scholar and that is Little Nian. You and your uncle's penmanship can be equated to a squiggly worm. You want to craft a poem when you can't produce a legible writing?"
She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes as a noblewoman would.
Xu Pingzhi coughed awkwardly. "Ningyan, let's not interfere with the scholar's affairs. Today is an off day, let's train in the courtyard."
His words were a discouragement to Xu Qian, effectively telling him to stay out of the scholar's business lest he embarrassed his uncle.
Xu Qian said nonchalantly, "Thousand miles of yellow clouds darken the day."
His aunt rolled her eyes and ate her porridge.
His uncle wiped away the stains on his youngest daughter's lips.
Xu Xinnian frowned. A single sentence was not poetry but he was surprised Xu Qian could come up with such a proper seven-character sentence[1].
"The north wind stirs the geese and snow."
The line evoked a strong imagery in Xu Xinnian's mind. He was stunned.
Xu Lingyue raised her head. Her soulful eyes were transfixed on her cousin.
Xu Qian picked up his bowl of porridge and kept his lips sealed.
"What's the continuation?" Xu Xinnian asked. This was akin to a storyteller stopping at the climax of the story, a cliffhanger for everyone at the teahouse. Tune in for the next episode to know more.
It was incredibly frustrating.
"I don't know how to compose poems." Xu Qian threw a fleeting look at his aunt. She was a dignified woman with no intentions of apologizing.
Li Ru's animated eyes widened as she turned to Xu Xinnian and asked, "Is the poem good?"
Xu Lingyue replied softly, "It has an artistic flair to it." 
She had limited access to education but she could tell the poem was superb.
Xu Pingzhi was surprised by his children's responses. He turned to look at Xu Qian with a glint of hope and expectation in his eye.
Xu Qian chewed on his breadstick and effortlessly recited the last two lines of the poem. "Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm."
The chopsticks in Xu Xinnian's hand fell onto the table.
He repeated the lines and felt himself being enchanted by the poem's meaning.
Xu Lingyue shuddered as goosebumps appeared on the back of her hand.
Xu Pingzhi bit his lip and said, "Man, the poem gave me the chills."
Li Ru was in concordance with her husband but a part of her still disapproved of Xu Qian.
Poetry could elicit a reaction even in those outside the craft. One did not need to know about the level and oblique tones to appreciate the beauty of a poem that had been passed on for centuries.
Xu Qian understood their wonderment as he was once similarly taken aback by the rich poetry that filled his language textbook.
"Thousand miles of yellow clouds darken the day. The north wind stirs the geese and snow. Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm."
Xu Xinnian rose from his seat as a red blush colored his cheeks. The color made the handsome young man look charming.
The poem was exceptional!
Although poetry was not his strong suit, as a scholar, one was inclined to drink and wax poetic with other scholars. Good poetry would get them hammering a beat and rhythm as they sang passionately.
"Wh-When did you learn to compose poems?" Xu Xinnian stared at Xu Qian with bright, curious eyes.
Xu Qian chuckled and said, "I never said I couldn't. The poem from ten years ago cannot represent my skills today. I've always had talent for poetry but I never showcased it."
"So Ningyan was scholar material. If I had known, I would have sent you to study and Cijiu to martial arts lessons," Xu Pingzhi said with a grin.
His wife was unhappy with the situation but could not think of any smart retorts.
'No, if that had happened, none of us would have succeeded in life.' Xu Qian knew the host was a horrible student who would rather do hard labor.
Xu Xinnian also had no talent for martial arts. He was a delicate and frail boy who would not be able to handle the strenuous physical training that occasionally even involved weapons.
"Well, Ningyan wrote this poem. Cijiu, I'm sure you'll come up with your own. Copying is not a scholar's way," Xu Pingzhi said.
Xu Xinnian let out a huff, annoyed that his father thought he would plagiarize. He turned to Xu Qian and said, "Can I borrow your poem? I will name you as the poet."
'More like the plagiarizer.' Xu Qian nodded. "Go on, show it off."
A scholar's work had to be witnessed and acknowledged by others.
Xu Qian had intended for Xu Xinnian to use the poem to impress the Confucian elder. He cared not about who gets the writing credits.
Xu Qian was not a scholar so the poem was not useful to him. It was also why he did not use his literature knowledge for the past month.
His working environment was not suited for poetry.
He spent his day with a bunch of sword-wielding, gun-toting constables. Reciting poems to them was useless, he might as well teach them to sing 'The Lasso Boy'.
"The title of the poem?" Xu Xinnian asked.
Xu Qian froze. He had forgotten the title. "This poem is from my heart and has no name. Just speak it as such."
…
When breakfast was over, Xu Xinnian came out from the backyard with his father's favorite horse and rushed off for the farewell. Uncle and nephew engaged in sparring in the courtyard.
"Good. Your moves have improved. The next step would be Qi training. Qi requires the heavens and earth to interact for its birth." Xu Pingzhi took the towel offered by the servant and wiped his sweat. "Besides a herbal bath, you'll have to find someone with seventh-rank divinity to open Heaven's Gate. Else, you will never be able to unlock your Qi."
Divinity was the seventh rank in the path of a martial artist.
Xu Qian wiped his forehead and asked, "Uncle, what are you saying?"
"After the Battle of Shanhai Pass, my sacrifice and merit earned me a favor from the army's expert who opened the Heaven's Gate, allowing me to enter the realm of Qi. A year after the battle, I had Xinnian," Xu Pingzhi sighed. "The world today is peaceful, hence there'll be less chance for you to prove your worth. How will you achieve Qi training? Will you not marry and build a family? Ningyan, I'm getting old. My only wish is to see you married with children, only then will I be able to face your late father."
"One step at a time, uncle," Xu Qian replied half-heartedly.
Other than earning merit and proving his worth, money was also a viable option.
The herbs and the expert could be bought with money.
The imperial courts had strict control over the numbers of martial artists as they could use their skills for crime. The laws dictate the seventh-ranked divinity experts were not allowed to open the Heaven's Gate for any random person. They had to report to the courts even if they were doing it for their son.
However, the moral fabric of Dafeng was thin at that time. Corruption was rampant among the officials and the imperial courts' power wanes with each passing day. While no one dared to break the law in broad daylight, several experts offered their services in the black market.
Xu Qian just had to make enough money—the silvers would be equivalent to a meritorious deed.
Otherwise, he would forever be stuck in the refinement state while his penis wilted away.
His aunt brought her daughters over. They stood under the roof of the corridor. "The sun is out today, why don't you take Lingyin and Lingyue out to the markets?"
Xu Pingzhi frowned. "I have something on."
"Isn't today a rest day?"
"I'm meeting some colleagues soon. How about Ningyan take them out?"
The daughters of families with a literary reputation were closely guarded and not allowed to roam as they pleased.
The Xu family was a martial arts family, therefore the sisters' upbringing was not as strict.
Xu Qian turned around and met the clear and bright eyes of his teenage cousin. Appearance-wise, Xu Lingyue had surpassed her mother and more. She chewed her lip and looked away shyly.
He nodded and said, "I have nothing on anyways."
'I once brought a 16-year-old girl out shopping in my previous life. I was in my prime at the age of 18. Of course, the girl in my memories is not comparable to Xu Lingyue.'
[1] A seven-character quatrain is a form of poetry.


Once a police academy graduate—Xu Qian, woke up and found himself in jail. He was to be banished to the borderlands in three days...
Stuck in this inhumane society, his initial goal was just to be a rich man and pass his days in relative safety.
…
Many years later, Xu Qian recalled the events of the past. His enemies and friends were dead, there was nothing of them left but bones.
The rolling Yangtze River flows east as the waves wash away the heroes. 
Success or failure, wrong or right; matters little, it might?
The lush mountains remain while the sun sets every night.


How could Hong Dali miss something like that? His eyes lit up like a light bulb. "New setup! Okay! I will be there tomorrow!"
"Oh, I will go back first…" As she spoke, Lin Chuyin turned around and left without looking at anyone else.
The classmates shouted, "Big Bro Dali is mighty and powerful! That's the Blood Consort! Blood Consort! She actually invited Big Bro Dali on her own accord!"
Tang Muxin put her finger on her lips and asked curiously, "Sister Chuyin is a little weird today. She has never taken the initiative to invite anyone to her laboratory. Dali, you… Dali?"
It was no wonder Tang Muxin was shocked. One could see the stars of happiness in Hong Dali's eyes. He was drooling. "Haha… new setup… Hahahaha… It must be pretty amazing… Hahaha…"
Tang Muxin pinched Hong Dali's ears. "Hong Dali! Do you have to be so happy!"
Hong Dali shook his head hard. "Happy! Of course, I'm happy! Why would I not be happy? I have to be happy. Who else would be happy if not me?!"
"Who cares about you!" Tang Muxin turned her head away angrily but suddenly exclaimed. "Dali, Liu Mingxin is walking over. And there's someone with him whom we have never seen before."
Hong Dali looked over. "Eh? Old Liu is here too?" He chuckled as he welcomed them. "Old Liu, you are actually here? Haha. Who is this big brother? He must be someone to be able to walk alongside you!"
Liu Mingxin was graceful as usual and smiled kindly as he spoke, "Hehe, happy coming of age ceremony. Congratulations on becoming eighteen. Speaking of which, your speech was really…" Liu Mingxin didn't know how to continue to praise Hong Dali. He held his breath for two seconds, then and finally said, "It was really special."
Hong Dali was embarrassed. "Haha, that, that is…" He then looked toward Liang Yifeng, who was standing beside. "This big brother… you look so handsome and chic. Why don't you introduce yourself, hehe."
To call him "handsome and chic" on their first meeting, Liang Yifeng was slightly self-satisfied. He quickly introduced himself, "Hello, hello. I'm Liang Yifeng. I came uninvited today. Haha. I like reciting poetry and am okay with singing too. Of course, it would be better with beautiful ladies. Haha, hahaha."
Okay at singing and with beautiful ladies, but reciting poetry was the main point?
Hong Dali was surprised as he asked, "You… you like to recite poetry? That's pretty rare. What kind of poetry do you like to recite?" This Liang Yifeng looked like he came from southern Guangdong. There was a slight Cantonese slang when he spoke.
It seemed like Liang Yifeng really enjoyed reciting poetry. "Shall I recite a section for you? Yes yes, the poetry that I'm reciting is 'Overnight at Master's Mountain Lodge When Ding Failed to Arrive.' Listen carefully!"
Hong Dali understood there and then what it meant by as easy as crushing weeds and smashing rotten wood, simply unstoppable.
Liang Yifeng's recitation was cadenced and rich in feelings, and his voice had its ups and downs. Sometimes, he cast flirtatious looks; sometimes, he stretched his neck and looked around. Sometimes, he even set his eyes far away as though he was admiring the scenery. 
That sorrowful expression, superb acting, expression, and actions complemented each other. Raising his head and pursing his lips at times, the surrounding audience had only praises for him!
In actual fact, his recital was just his hobby. But he had forgotten one thing—he was surrounded by the nouveau riche. With their phones and internet speed…
Just as he finished the recital, those unreliable nouveau riche classmates around Hong Dali had shared it on the internet. His distressed expression, and the different tones of his voice, it was simply amazing. It would be effortless for him to join All-Stars. Hong Dali was already rolling on the floor laughing and managed just one sentence. "Your recital is so stupendous. Does your family know?" 
Liang Yifeng looked contented when he finished reciting. "That's a must. I have practiced this for years!" The feeling he got from people looking at him was as though he had just rolled on the bed with a girl he liked[1]. "I have special recitation skills. For example, in the early part of the poem, I pretended to look around the scenery, with the corresponding action. In the last sentence of the poem 'Playing lute under a wayside vine,' because this poem depicts the author waiting for a friend, so I needed to continue to look around. Aye, it's a pity that in this time and era, people are too impetuous and exaggerated. Everyone is defeated by money, attracted by women. Fewer and fewer people are in contact with poetry, which has deep meaning and connotation. It's the great misfortune of the people of the Heavenly State. The great misfortune!!"
Hong Dali agreed fully and nodded as he said, "In the world of literature, you are indeed very expressive and creative, Old Liang. I think that with your skill, a show with you in it is sure to be popular!"
Liang Yifeng was shocked. "A show? A TV show? To think I will be suitable for TV shows?"
Hong Dali smacked his thigh and said, "Of course! I even thought of the name of the show! It will be 'Old Liang Recites Poetry'! We'll get a table, place a cup of tea on it, you can hold a fan and recite poetry for the TV viewers. Then you can explain the meaning behind the poetry, and the goodness of it. All others aside, Old Liang, just with your looks and appearance, your sorrowful expression, you living in poetry… I'm sure that will attract more people to enjoy the charm of ancient poetry recitation. You will definitely be popular!"
Hong Dali continued with his glib tongue, "Think about it, the young people are not in much contact with ancient poetry. They cannot understand the feelings and meaning of it. You can encourage them to come in contact with it. This is a good deed that will benefit them for generations to come. Not anyone could do that!"
Tang Muxin was almost rolling on the ground laughing when Hong Dali finished speaking. This Hong Dali was really mischievous.
Liu Mingxin burst out in laughter as well. "Haha, I think that works! Old Liang, you've traveled the world and have come in contact with everything. Not just 'Old Liang Recites Poetry,' I think you can produce a show called 'Old Liang and the World.' Just with your knowledge and exposure, you are sure to be popular!"
Hong Dali decisively concluded for Liang Yifeng. "Yes, yes, yes! Old Liang, allow me to say something. Think about it, students these days sit in their classrooms all day. What can they learn? Nothing, right? If you go on TV, parents are sure to allow their kids to watch you. At that time, the viewership ratings will definitely go up. Old Liang, you will be popular! I can pull some strings with Tianjing Satellite TV and introduce you to some people. How is that?"
While Hong Dali and Liu Mingxin chimed each other's thoughts, Liang Yifeng was a little light-headed. He had enjoyed poetry from a young age and had depended on it to chase after girls. If he were to go on a TV show and became popular, wouldn't he have the chance to meet some stars? With his family background, it would be a piece of cake to be surrounded with the ladies!
He instantly smacked his thigh. "Deal. I'll do it!"
With his mind made up, Liang Yifeng turned around to leave. "I have to go back and do some preparations. Poetry is our country's treasure. I can't mess it up. Aye, as a new-age man with ideals and aspirations, I have to do my best…"
After he walked a few meters away, he smacked his head. "Damn, I was distracted. I was intending to challenge him properly. Who knew I got distracted before I even initiated anything? This can't do, I need to go back. All things aside, I want to see who has better luck with women!"
There was a priority in everything. He must not forget his purpose for coming.
As he was turning around, Liu Mingxin stopped him and pointed toward Hong Dali. "Don't bother competing. Take a look first."
Liang Yifeng turned his head to look. "Look at what— What?!"
It was such a coincidence. Just as Hong Dali was done settling everything on hand, Li Nianwei came to see him. She smiled as she waved to him from far. "Young Master, I finally have some free time. Your speech was really funny."
Seeing Li Nianwei approaching him, Hong Dali need not to worry about his pillow. "Sister Nianwei! I'm tired! Quick, come here!"
In an amazing stroke of luck, he tripped over one of the waiters in his hurry. Liang Yifeng stood afar dumbfounded as he saw Hong Dali stagger. Li Nianwei got anxious and stepped forward to hold Hong Dali. Puu. As Hong Dali's landed on Li Nianwei's pushed up bosom…
Watching the scene in front of him, Liang Yifeng's eyes almost popped out. His jaw dropped, forming an 'O' shape. "Oh man, how is that possible?!" He felt cold air rush from the soles of his feet to the tip of his head.
That was blatant cheating!
Liu Mingxin shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "See it now? You're courting death if you're trying to compete with Dali. I've known him for quite a while now. I try to avoid any direct confrontation with him and will be glad if he doesn't look for me." 
Liang Yifeng had not come to his senses. He mumbled, "I… I saw it… Okay… I'll heed your advice this time…"
As they spoke, a young man's voice came from behind. "Hey, isn't this Liu Mingxin and Liang Yifeng? You two actually came?"
Liu Mingxin turned his head to see a man dressed in clothes which brands he could not identify. But they must cost a lot. He was smiling and had a red birthmark in the middle of his forehead. Looking like Erlang Shen with his third seeing eye, he smiled as he said, "I was wondering who it was. It turns out to be brother Mu Zixiao. Hehe. I heard you came to the capital city. Why didn't you look for me?"
Mu Zixiao laughed. "Haha, that can be easily arranged. East's Mingxin, West's Zixiao, South's Yifeng, North's Dali, it seems everyone is here today. That's really rare. Old Liang, why are you here? I thought you would be in bed with some female star."
Liang Yifeng laughed and said, "I came to take a look as I was curious. I didn't think it would be a rewarding day, haha. Oh yes, Zixiao, shouldn't you be training in Modo? What made you come all the way here? Don't tell me, is it because of Hong Dali?"
[1] making love


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


"Hey, what's the problem with challenging surnames? However, some odd silver craftsmanship is just a matter of money. "Season often angered, obviously has a lot of resentment on this brain teasers.

Qin Guanlu laughed two ways: "Don't talk about this problem. You often call your quarterly brother full of money. How can you not even make a poem today?"


 
"I, I," Ji Chang's face rose red: "I didn't adapt and was a bit nervous, and the questions you got from Qin's brother were simple, and the questions I took were more difficult—"


 
Looking at his face, Lin Wanrong understands that this season, Chang Zhun is the master of a dead study. According to the words of the original world, it is the product of exam-oriented education. It is inflexible. I do not know how to change it. I usually remember it firmly. In the examination room, I was very nervous.


 
Qin Guan is obviously not a good bird. He listened to him in front of outsiders and said that his question was simple. His face was a bit unsightly, and he sneered, "Ji Changxiong, where is this, the four questions of the romantic and sleek moon, and you have a question Make poems. I took the breeze, and you took the snow. It was all seen by the eye, plain and clear. How could you say that my simplicity was hard for you? "


 
When Qin Guan spoke, he shook his head and shook his head: "Last year, a hurricane, deep in the alley. Calls have not been heard, come and go without a trace. "His face is full of proud colors, and he is clearly satisfied with his "play" in the examination room.

Lin Wanrong wants to laugh but laughs too shyly. This can also be called poetry? This kind of poetry, the talented man puts out farts and can work out three.


 
Qin Guan proud of the road: "Sky Chang brother, just in the examination room, you are a temporary malfunction, I do not know if you want to do better now, do questions with snow, your poem can come out?"

Qin Guan's face was a bit contemptuous, and the literati were not even lighter than this. He knew that this season would only be a matter of death. He wanted to go on a couple of days, maybe he could come up with a come, but in front of such an impetuosity He certainly does not have.


 
Ji Chang's brother was red and white for a while. Obviously he has not made this poem entitled Snow at the moment.

Lin Wanrong had only wanted to find out about the talented candidates. See this guy called Qin Guan with a look of aggressiveness. The heart is always upset, and this season is often too disappointing. He hasn't released his fart for a long time.

Lin Wanrong I like to bully honest people, but I can't see others bullying honest people in front of me. He meditates silently for a while, and laughs: "Easy poems, even my wilderness like me can come up with it. I see Ji Gongzi must be modest. Not as good as this, I read one and asked Ji Gongzi to correct me. "


 
See the look of surprise on Qin Guan's face. Lin Wanrong has great joy in his heart and his son is jealous. This is the depth of the talented person you can see.

Lin Wanrong took a few steps and chanted: "The river is a general one and it is a black hole. The yellow dog is white and the white dog is swollen. "

This was a terrific poem. Originally Lin Wanrong was too embarrassed to come up with ugliness, but the guy named Qin Guan was not shouting poems in his four sentences. Lin Wanrong had already made himself known as a poem. Now.

"Good poetry, good poetry."The quarter often screamed and clappered with a small fan: "'On the river is a general', describing the scene where the snow is swirling over the river. This is an overview and a prospect. Then Xiongtai made a sharp stroke and went to the well in the nearby courtyard. It was snow-white. Only this wellhead was deep and deep and it was a big hole. As for the last sentence, it is the pen of the gods, 'swollen white dog', a swollen word, turning static snow scenes into living things. This poem is a perfect match and has a profound artistic conception. The entire poem does not have a snow character, but it has written the imposing manner of flying snow. It is a rare masterpiece. Really people can not be appearance, the sea can not fight, Xiongtai really unfathomable, unfathomable. "

Although this season will not be poetry, but it is a set of analysis, what is the short-range perspective, what is defined as moving, what compared the artistic conception, a few oil poetry, even if he was analyzed by so many bends Curved road. If it were in the era of Lin Wanrong, it must be an excellent commentator.

Lin Wanrong reluctantly smiles and pretends to be modest: "To give, to accept, to go, to go–"

"Laughter" came out with a chuckle. Lin Wanrong's "half talent" turned to look, but he saw a pretty little girl standing beside her several people and laughing and laughing. It was evident that she had heard Lin Wanrong's poems. Sound.

"It turned out to be you."Lin Wanrong smiled and said that the chick was the chick who bought his booklet yesterday.

Ji Chang and Qin Guan saw the beautiful little girl and the eyes suddenly lighted up. He hurriedly concealed the wolf's name in his eyes. "Be polite" went to her side and said: "This Young lady please, in the next season, Qin Guan), Where does Young lady come from, where he is, how old he is, and how he married–"

Lin Wanrong opened his mouth in surprise and did not expect the two guys to be so bold and asked so directly.

The little girl blushed and shouted: "You, what are you talking about?"

Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "Little girl, they want to soak you. Don't you understand?"

The girl's face was red and pointed to Lin Wanrong. "You, you shamelessly, I will not let you off."The little girl turned and took up her little feet and ran quickly.

How can I become a shameless fellow again? Lin Wanrong is depressed.

The last time Xiao Qingxuan told him that he was still excusable, after all, he accounted for cheap people. This time he only said one sentence, and he became a ruler once again, and he was really wrong in his heart. How can you not pick up the two shameless cheeky guys from this chick and instead call me? What kind of world is this his mother?

This was in fact a misunderstanding by Lin Wanrong. Although men and women did not receive pro-respect even though it was an iron law, there were few interactions between men and women in this era and there were few opportunities for men to meet the right-handed women. Therefore, those talented people with feng s Will go up and take it. Women's chances of encountering a suitable Langjun are even more paralyzed. Once someone is confronted with a question, as long as they face the eye, anything can happen. Only this little girl is still young and she is not suited to this situation and will turn away in fury.

Lin Wanrong didn't understand the situation. See Ji Chang and Qin Guan's looking at the direction of the young girl's departure. His eyes were full of nostalgia. He had no good feelings towards these two truly "admitted sons." Seeing the time is late. Feeling sullenly, regardless of the two, they left on their own.

Xiao Family's servants will enter the house. Today is the time that Xiao Family left for them to pack up. Tomorrow, these servants will enter the dream Xiao Family gate. Most of them are excited and enter the Xiao Family. They also have a foothold in the servant community. As long as they work hard, there may be even greater opportunities for development.

The only exception is Lin Wanrong. Think about going to wait for Mrs. Xiao Family's wife tomorrow. His mood is extremely poor and he only wants to find a place to vent. If he did not know how to get to the kiln, he must have laid down more than three chicks at the moment. He promised in the name of God.

A man was transported to Ancient China and eventually became a servant of a declining household without a male heir. He utilized his wits and modern knowledge to help the household and eventually become trapped in the sea of political turmoils of the period.

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They were in Crown Prince Jing's rear garden. 
Mindful of the long history between their two families, the Crown Prince invited Fan Xian to make himself at home, then went on to greet some other guests - after all, a number of luminaries had come today. 
But Fan Xian was unaware of the undercurrents beneath the calm surface. He strolled around, and among the seemingly disordered seats he found a remote spot in keeping with his own temperament and sat down. He saw wine on a small table, grabbed a cup and emptied it into his mouth, pursing his lips. 
There were no commoners in sight. All conversation seemed to involve the literary classics in some way. He sighed and looked up at the sky. He was secretly thankful that the sun was not too fierce, otherwise he would not have caught sight of some of the beautiful women at this annoying poetry contest, who wanted to hear some melancholy verses and soak up the sun's rays. 
The scholars seemed to be seated however they pleased, but were encircling a small table on the grass, so not many people were looking toward the periphery. A few young nobles around the edges looked at his face; they had also been personally welcomed by the Crown Prince, so they greeted him with curiosity. He was prepared for them to ask about his background. 
None guessed which house this handsome young man – smiling wholeheartedly, laughing, and confidently chatting away – was from. They chatted for a while, and he couldn't help but feel they were rather dull, so he withdrew from their idle chitchat and waited quietly for the contest to begin. 
This day was not like the past few days; the sunshine was gentle, the willow trees swayed lightly, and the occasional spring wind lifted up their collars. The spring evening winds were neither cold nor fierce, and touched them gently like invisible hands. It was a comfortable evening, and the sunlight was the kind that made one want to sleep. Fan Xian did not wish to seem impolite, so he continued to smile, forcing his eyes open, listening to the poetry and watching as cups of wine were served to guests. But the gentle spring breeze and the warm sunshine made it increasingly difficult for him to feign interest in the poetry, and he found himself nodding off. 
He caught a few lines: "On the road to Leizhou in my dream, I was met with the following scene. I was no hermit begging for money, I laughed at myself..."; "the wine was strong, the old man was drunk, his cup embossed with patterns..."; "the people of Dongyi drift about, but one capable man stayed behind..."
Fan Xian pinched at himself to keep himself awake. Even though he didn't much like reciting poetry, at an event like this, he couldn't act like the scruffy young man he was when he was 16 in his past life. So he smiled, staring in a somewhat stupefied way at the scene before him. 
As he stared, he caught sight of someone who seemed almost familiar. A group of people were sitting on the comfiest spots by the side of the lake – it was Guo Baokun and He Zongwei, whom he had run into a few days before. Fan Xian frowned. Crown Prince Jing no doubt knew of the tussle that had occurred between the Fan and Guo families; why did he see fit to invite them both here?
It seemed like they noticed Fan Xian staring at them. Guo Baokun turned his gaze away from the beautiful women across the lake. When he saw Fan Xian, his expression changed, and he was unable to maintain his scholarly elegance. Unthinkingly, he threw the ostentatious folding fan he was holding onto a table. 
Nearby, a scholar from the College of Supreme Learning was giving a lecture on the classics, so not many people noticed Guo Baokun's reaction. 
Guo Baokun's companions followed his gaze, and noticed Fan Xian hiding away in a corner. They all became angry. There were so many distinguished scholars here, all without bodyguards; if that brat from the Fan family decided to start another fight, who would stop him?
But Fan Xian smiled as he looked at them and nodded as if he were greeting friends. 
The table murmured among themselves, and gloomy smiles broke out among them. Guo Baokun's permanently-downturned face seemed almost pleased. Only He Zongwei seemed to take exception. 
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They didn't know what the girls were doing under that white silk, but a woman had been continuously going back and forth with copies of poems that the women had written, and reading them aloud for the scholars to judge. 
The crown prince laughed. "Although women are no match for men," he said aloud, "literature is not the same as the brute force of combat. Do not worry, gentlemen, there is no chance you will be outdone by those feeble women."
The crowd agreed, and laughed and chattered among themselves. Someone came up with an idea: write a poem on a topic, and the best three poems would be taken to the opposite side of the lake. 
A scholar on Guo Baokun's table turned his gaze and cupped his hands in salute. "I am but an untalented poet, but may I suggest that the topic be the waters of this lake?"
"Very good. Today's blue-green ripples float like gold..." someone began to write. 
"That'll do well. As I look out on the beautiful lake and mountain landscape..." someone else set out their poem. 
Guo Baokun stared in Fan Xian's direction. "I didn't realize young master Fan would be here today," he said loudly. "Why don't we let him start?"
Fan Xian had come on his father's orders. He was to make an appearance in front of the people of the capital and nothing more. When he heard that they wanted him to write poetry, he smiled. "I'm really not that great," he said, shaking his head. "Please feel free to ask someone else."
Seeing him back down, Guo Baokun felt all the more that Fan Xian was all looks and no brains. He laughed coldly. "The other day in Yi Shijiu you were mouthing off, saying how you didn't care for scholars, but now you're so stingy with your advice. You really do think a lot of yourself."
Hearing this, the people present finally realized that the two young men had a history of enmity with each other; the poetry was only an excuse to start a fight. Most of the people in the mansion were guests of Crown Prince Jing. Although they didn't know who Fan Xian was, they saw that he seemed to be friendly with the crown prince, so a few began to wonder whether he was a son of the Fan clan, but none of them guessed that he was the son of Count Sinan. 
Watching the people around him discuss things, Guo Baokun took a sip of tea and laughed sinisterly. "Brother Fan here only just arrived in the capital a few days ago. I think we should all hear what he has to say."
The people at the contest weren't idiots; they immediately realized Fan Xian's identity. When they looked at him, they felt a twinge of pity, a slight trace of disdain, and a number of other complicated feelings. 
Fan Xian's expression did not change from the faint smile he had worn before, but he continued to refuse to compose a poem. When Crown Prince Jing saw his smile, he felt all the more unable to gauge the depths of this young man. A strange look flashed across his eyes, and he spoke to broker a compromise. "Poetry can only be written willingly, and brother Fan clearly does not wish to write today. Gentlemen, you will have to write yourselves."
Fan Xian leaned lazily on the small slanted table, looking at the people milling about, listening to their average-at-best prose. It was all rather boring. To an observer's eye, he looked rather impudent. Someone could not help but sneer. "The young lady of the Fan family is well known in the capital for her poetry. It is rather surprising that young master Fan is so silent."
Guo Baokun spoke quietly. "Well, he wasn't raised in the manor," he laughed, "of course he's different from the rest of them." Though he had spoken quietly, he made sure to let everyone around him know. Although the Kingdom of Qing had blossomed culturally, the status of illegitimate children had remained as low as ever. Fan Xian's status was a sensitive subject. When people heard his carefully-chosen words, a strange atmosphere pervaded the grounds. 


A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

Louise woke up it was saturday every student like her loves weekends(since exams are already done too, even her examination are done) but for her it would be a total nightmare because this was the day that her sister barge in-.

Her door slam opened she looks shock then saw Mica at the door, 'Just as i thought' Louise thought. "Hey it's saturday and you aren't even dressed yet!" Mica shouted, "Mica can i not come with you bring mom with you please" Louise said begging at her sister, Mica looks at her "Come on sis! don't be lame we only go shopping on saturday after 4 weeks!" Mica shouted getting out going downstairs...

"If you don't go down there i will make you go down here!" Mica shouted, Louise rolled her eyes first mister idol and now her sister they were both pea brained on this type of things....

"Well better get ready then" Louise said standing up from bed....

They were at the car there father was driving her mother at the front seat. Louise and Mica on the backseat, Louise was disturbing herself on reading an book she just discovered in their library that sparks her curiosity while Mica was looking at her phone. "I really love family saturday!" Mica said squirming like an kid, There parents smiled "Well we only go once in 4 weeks so i understand your excitement dear" their mother said, Mica was so hapoy then she looks at her sister laying on the window while reading an book.

"Oh come on reading AGAIN?" Mica said lookingat her sister, "This is wht i always do since books are more USEFUL" Louise spatted back, Mica sighed then took the book from her sister, Louise looks at her with an angry face "Mica what's the problem with you!?" Louise said annoyed and angry that her sister took her book, "You always read on family day and on week days can't you atleast do something fun!?" Mica shouted back, "Reading is FUN now give it back!" Louise shouted getting her book from Mica.

"No today you will not read ANY book" Mica said sounding like an elder sister, Louise looks at her parents "Mom Dad!" Louise said at her parents "Mica...it isn't respectful to do that to your sister" their mother said, "But mom she always reas books-" "Like how you watch on your phone always" their father cutted through, "Although Mica has a point, Louise why don't you try other things?" their mother asked, "Mom education and knowledge is important" Loyise said fixing her hair. "Just today sweet pie you should have some fun" their father said, Loyise sighed in defeat nothing is stopping them...

AFTER SOME TIME

They arrived at an mall all of them were walking until Mica saw an shopping store... "Mom Dad let's go!" Mica said, "Louise how about you?" their father asked, "I'm going outside and 'relax' on an cafè" Louise said, Both of their parents nodded Mica pulling them to the shopping store...

Louise walks outside she can't relax not when there is no book that interest her....she saw an cafe with free books about poetry and history she walks in and bumps to an man at the same time, "Oh i am sorry" Louise said she looks at the man froze like knowing her he was wearing an black jacket and black cap everything was black at first she thought he was an gangster or an thug then she just walks away... She goes to the counter and ordered....

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Michelle was walking around in an mall wearing whole black so no one could spot him not like what happened on the fan meeting although the girl wasn't a fan of him at all, he looks around trying to find something fun until he saw an cafè where you can read books about poetry and history he walks in it was along time since he read poetry so might as well go in.

He walks in and bumped into someone "Oh i'm sorry" an voice said, he froze knowing the voice it was the girl he bumped into at the fan meeting, 'Why her again?' Michelle thought he wants to see her but he couldn't believe they will bumped each other again, he stays silent and sense that the girl was thinking until she walks away and goes to the counter, 'Good thing she didn't notice me' Michelle thought he doubled his disguise so no one can know him now looks like it suceeded.

As the girl walks away and goes to one of the shelves to find an book he peek into her as he walks to the counter she was looking for an book, 'She really is an nerd' he thought, "What is your order sir?" the cashier asked, "Oh i would want this..." he told the cashier and picks and goes to an shelf near the girl, He was looking for an poetry book until something keen his interest he was about to get it when suddenly a hand was going to get it out their hands touched he knew it was the girl AGAIN....

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Louise pulled her hand back and let the book be taken by the strange person 'That guy is sketchy' Louise thought all of the sidden he was reminded by the idol she bumped into she picks another book then sat on an chair...

Neither knew they were sitting infront of the other only an wall wood was blocking them an dove flied through and stopped at the middle of them...

Louise Henderson was a normal college student goaling to become an scietist and lawyer...meanwhile her sister Mica has an fan meeting to attend to see her idol!!! coincidentally Louise was in charge of her sister until on the day of the fan meeting Michelle(the idol) was running to an shop secretly bumping to Louise, Louise was rude and sophisticated that made Michelle impressed little did they know theyw ere going to be classmates for a whole year!! what will happen between the two with different goals and lifestyle?

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