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.

Is this even a poem? Everyone couldn't help but stare at each other in a daze, trying their best to hold in their laughter. However, there were a few of them who couldn't help but giggle.
Yu BingYan stomped her foot in frustration and embarrassment while thinking, My dear Third Uncle, you shouldn’t spout nonsense if you are ignorant. They are now playing with rhyming couplets and what has that got to do with poems? Where did the good poem come from?
The corners of Ling Tian’s lips twitched up in an odd manner. After finally controlling his laughter, he said, "Young noble XiMen, wait a moment."
XiMen Qing felt extremely embarrassed, uncomfortable to remain in the center of the stage. Just when he wanted to walk back to the Extreme Joy Chamber, he was stopped by Ling Tian. He then couldn't help but turn around and force a smile, "I wonder what teaching young noble Ling has for me?"
Ling Tian let out a chuckle and said, "Previously, young noble felt disdain towards my upper phrase and it was indeed extremely similar to what you came up with previously. However, it is alright. I have another upper phrase and I wonder if young noble XiMen will want to try matching it?"
As everyone heard that, they all shouted out in praise. At the same time, they were all extremely clear that XiMen Qing and Ling Tian were officially at odds today. However, just what kind of challenging upper phrase would Ling Tian come up with?
XiMen Qing felt his mood being lifted and was confident that he would definitely be able to come up with something if it wasn’t like the previous ‘impossible’ couplet. At the same time, XiMen Qing was resolute about regaining his reputation through this. Energized, he said, "Young noble Ling, please give me the upper phrase and XiMen Qing is all ears." XiMen Qing said with a stern look, as though he was about to face a formidable opponent.
Ling Tian smiled lightly and said, "My knowledge is shallow and I can only come up with a short upper phrase. My upper phrase is ‘Three lights; sun, moon, stars’. Ling Tian is not able to come up with anything better and let us make do with this. I think young noble XiMen shouldn’t have any problems at all. Haha."
After everyone heard the upper phrase, it seemed extremely ordinary and nothing difficult at all. But thinking about it carefully, they realized that this upper phrase was actually extraordinary! Their faces all began to change as they lowered their heads in deep thought. After thinking for a long while, everyone couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air! A mere rhyming couplet of five words was actually so difficult to match!
Since there was a numerical term in the upper phrase, the lower phrase should also have a numerical term. Since the upper phrase had ‘three’, the lower phrase should not contain it. However, the three words that followed, ‘sun, moon, stars’ were all singular objects and fulfilled the criteria of ‘three lights’. Thus, any other numbers used in the lower phrase would definitely be either less than or more than three. It was just far too difficult! Besides that, sun, moon, and stars were the names of the three continents!
XiMen Qing fell into deep thought and they only reply he could think of was, ‘Three talents; heaven, earth, human’. However, the upper phrase had already used the number three and it wasn’t appropriate for him to do so. But, all other lower phrases didn't make any sense. Thus, he couldn't help but furrowed his brows with deep contemplation.
All of a sudden, the whole Smoky Thea Tower fell into silence. Only the sound of Third Master Yu loudly chewing could be heard!
More than a thousand people fell into deep thought at the same time with some of the scholars especially hardworking, with their beards being twiddled and a face full of frustration. The few of them were of equal stature to Mister Qin. But because of Mister Qin’s fabulous disciple, they felt as though they were unknowingly suppressed. If they couldn't even match the upper phrase which Mister Qin’s disciple came up with they would truly feel ashamed. While Ling Tian’s couplet was obviously targeted at XiMen Qing, the few old scholars treated it as a competition with Mister Qin. 
A long while later, a white-bearded old scholar shook his head depressedly and said with a long sigh, "I can’t match it, I just can’t match it! The younger generation is really commendable! This short five-word phrase is actually so difficult to match. It is indeed easy to come up with a rhyming couplet but hard to match one!" As this voice sounded, sounds of sighing could be heard all over the tower!
Even Mister Qin himself couldn't match it and was shaking his head with a sigh. However, he still looked extremely energized without a single trace of sadness to be seen on his face! Seeing how his disciple was able to stump all the heroes of the world with an upper phrase, Mister Qin felt extremely proud in his heart! In that moment, he felt as though he had finally reached the apex stage which he had dreamed of all his life!
Looking at the few scholars who he had usually fought with, Mister Qin felt delighted in his heart! Hehe, this is my proud disciple! How about that? Are you guys convinced?
XiMen Qing’s face turned uglier and uglier with his originally fair complexion turning completely red and beads of sweat flowing down like rain.
On the other hand, Ling Tian let out a chuckle and said leisurely, "Young noble XiMen, you can think about it slowly, there is no rush at all. This young noble will first go back to take a nap. Hahaha…"
"Hold on!" The veins on XiMen Qing’s forehead bulged up, "Your upper phrase has the word ‘three’ in it and it is obviously meant to make things difficult for us. This is obviously an upper phrase which cannot be matched, and I am unable to do it. However, I believe that no one will be able to come up with a match for it either!" As XiMen Qing said that, many people began nodding their heads in approval!
XiMen Qing was not the only one who felt this way. After understanding the true difficulty of this upper phrase, many people had the same thought. However, none of them dared to voice it out openly like XiMen Qing!
"Hahaha, what a joke!" Ling Tian burst out into laughter as his lips curled up in disdain, "Everything in the world definitely has an opposite and this is an iron-clad rule which has not changed since the ancient times. Every upper phrase would definitely have a lower phrase. The only reason why you aren’t able to match it is because of your ignorance. However, you actually dare to say that no one will be able to come up with a match for it. Aren’t you looking down too much on the heroes of the world?"
XiMen Qing could clearly hear that Ling Tian was returning his previous words to him with great sarcasm. Thus, his face turned ugly as he retorted, "I don’t believe anyone will be able to match this upper phrase!"
"What if there is?" Ling Tian questioned.
"If young noble Ling Tian is able to come up with the lower phrase, XiMen Qing is willing to admit that I am inferior in the area of rhyming couplets. From today on, I will never touch rhyming couplets again in my life!" XiMen Qing was actually crafty with his words. First, he only locked his sights on Ling Tian. In other words, only a lower phrase by Ling Tian would be counted. Even if someone else were to come up with the lower phrase, it would have nothing to do with Ling Tian! Second, he only said that he would admit his inferiority in rhyming couplets and never touch them again! But, he never mentioned anything else!
Even if he didn't touch rhyming couplets anymore, he could still touch poetry, music, zither, chess, calligraphy or painting! In other words, it wouldn't affect him too greatly at all. Furthermore, after he had failed terribly at the previous ‘impossible’ couplet, XiMen Qing probably wouldn’t have the face to attend any other rhyming couplet meetings from today on. 
Everyone present today wasn't an idiot and could naturally hear the meaning behind XiMen Qing’s words. Thus, jeering sounds could be heard from all over with everyone displaying their disdain towards XiMen Qing’s shamelessness.
XiMen Qing’s face turned pale again as he ignored the jeering sound from around him. He felt as though he still had a stomach full of talent he had yet to display, so how would he be willing to admit his defeat?
Ling Tian sneered and ignored the words XiMen Qing said. After all, Ling Tian had already lost his patience with XiMen Qing’s shamelessness, "Listen carefully, my lower phrase is…"
Everyone perked their ears up only to hear Ling Tian emphasizing on every word he said, "Four poems; style, hymns, ode!"
"Three lights; sun, moon, stars. Four poems; style, hymns, ode!"
Silence filled the tower before a round of applause exploded forth! The Heavenly Star Continent also had the ‘Book of Songs’ and it was no different from the Book of Songs which was in Ling Tian’s time. Everyone knew that the Book of Songs was separated into three main categories: style, hymns, and ode. As for hymns, it was split into two subsections, lesser court hymns, and major court hymns. Thus, it wasn’t too much to call it four poems!
Not only did the words rhyme well, they matched each other perfectly and it could even describe the present atmosphere!
It was indeed an ingenious match!
XiMen Qing’s face was ashen; he had always thought that he had remarkable talent and would never be able to find a match. However, his arrogance built up over the years was completely destroyed by Ling Tian today! In that moment, he was completely disheartened!
Amongst the judges, the oldest scholar stood up and looked and Ling Tian with praise, "Young noble Ling is really a heavenly gifted talent! For Mister Qin to have such a disciple, you should have no regrets for life!"
Mister Qin’s eyes were already reduced into a thin line from the bright smile on his face. Twiddling with his beard, he looked at Ling Tian proudly. At the same time, his face was no longer merely radiant, it was already sparkling like gold.
Ling Tian chuckled and said humbly, "Actually this isn’t the only lower phrase for ‘Three lights; sun, moon, stars’. There are many lower phrases that can be a match for it. For example, ‘One wave; wind, lightning, rain’ or ‘two nations; close, brotherly, states’. Ah ah ah, it is just that all of you had not given it enough thought. If you guys were to mull over it carefully, you would definitely be able to come out with more."
"Three lights; sun, moon, stars. One wave; wind, lightning, rain… Three lights; sun, moon, stars. Two nations; close, brotherly, states." That old scholar mumbled a few times under his breath before saying with a wide smile, "You are indeed a heavenly gifted talent! Indeed a heavenly gifted talent! This old man is convinced!" he then went back to his seat. But when he looked towards Ling Tian, his gaze was full of joy as though he was looking at his own grandchild.
Ling Tian said with a smile, "Back then, I had this conversation with senior Ye QingChen as well. He also had a lower phrase for it which was even more exciting! His lower phrase was ‘Six meridians; inch, pass, feet’! This is the true work of art! Senior Ye said that while it was easy to come up with the upper phrase, matching it was extremely difficult! While it was difficult to match an upper phrase, there is no such thing as an impossible match!"
Now that Ling Tian had said that, he had saved the faces of many of the scholars present. While the younger generations may not know about Ye QingChen, men like Mister Qin had long heard of his fame. Now that they had heard Ling Tian relating what Ye QingChen ‘said’ to all of them, the scholars all felt thankful in their hearts. The impression they had of Ling Tian was also greatly improved, feeling as though the people of Sky Bearing must have been blind to call such a character the number one silkpants!
At this point, there was no longer any meaning to continue with the topic of rhyming couplets. After a short discussion, the judges decided to enter into the next segment, poetry competition!
All the talented youths who were depressed from being defeated by Ling Tian were immediately energized, sitting up straight and changing their targets from XiMen Qing to Ling Tian!


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November 15th, Tuesday…
Handong University's Ancient Chinese Studies Dormitory.
A few students were typing on their keyboards onto their respective laptops. From time to time, they would stop and search for various information online.
Those who did not know would think that they were writing a thesis.
However, in fact, they were the first batch of creators of the 'Useful App'. At that moment, they were completing the task assigned by their mentor.
These master program's students were responsible for a portion of the content each, mainly poems, lyrics, ancient texts, and so on. After the basic content was uploaded to the 'Useful App' note, they would be responsible for summarizing, sorting out existing research results and knowledge, and perfecting the terms.
The 'Useful App' had a special platform template. The creators only had to fill it in according to the template. The content would be reviewed by higher-level creators. Normally, it would be done by PhD students or young lecturers. The template would be displayed after the review.
These master's students would normally log onto the wiki website or the Knowledge Network. However, compared to these two websites, the 'Useful App' was more scientific in terms of structural planning.
The 'Useful App' structure was similar to the Encyclopedic website, but apart from the content, there was also a huge difference in the details of the usage.
Simply put, 'Useful App' was trying hard to do subtraction and stratification.
Ordinary wiki websites would display most of the information of the same word on the same page. On the one hand, it would appear too messy. On the other hand, the content would not be on the same level and would not be able to adapt to the need for personalization.
For example, some people only wanted the most basic information, while others needed detailed analysis of a certain word or sentence. These two extreme requirements were difficult for the wiki website to take care of.
"Useful App" was actually a multi-layered structure. The first layer was the core and most essential analysis of a certain word; the second layer was some classification analysis of the word; the third layer was the analysis and study of a particular word; the fourth layer was the origin of the content, citing the thesis, and so on; and the fifth layer was the various questions derived from the word.
The levels would be displayed in various ways such as flipping pages or flicking windows, taking care of users' usage habits.
For users, they could accurately and quickly find the content that they needed the most without having to read any unnecessary information.
At the moment, the 'Useful App' was being used for ancient poems and literature. The basic functions had already been developed. Apart from repairing all sorts of bugs, the main task now was to rely on the creators to continuously update the content.
This was a relatively boring job, but the students did not find it tiring.
On one hand, this was their profession. It was akin to consolidating their own professional knowledge when sorting out these contents. On the other hand, this was also a job that could very well subsidize the daily expenses of these poor students.
A masters program student had just finished his work for the day. He leaned back in his chair and stretched.
"Old Li, have you completed your task today?"
"Almost."
"What do you mean by almost? Don't try to fool us. Previously, you used the wrong thesis, and we were warned by our supervisor. Professor Kong Zhemin is in charge of this. Don't even think about graduating if you dare to cause any trouble!"
"Don't worry, I was negligent last time. I checked the contents several times now. I won't make that kind of low-level mistake again."
"However, I'm puzzled. Why did Tengda pay us to make something like that? They would probably won't be able to earn much money even though it's supposed to be charged, right?"
"Who knows? Maybe he's planning to sell it to some education groups? At the very least, it would be quite useful for primary and secondary students to use this 'Useful App' to read poetry."
"However, the problem is that the information can be checked with Qiandu search engine, and it's free. There are also explanations for these poems in the textbooks and supplementary books."
"You can't say that. The contents of Qiandu's investigation are too messy. It's difficult to distinguish them. As for the contents of the textbooks and guidance books, they're obviously not as comprehensive as ours. I think that using the application would probably burn money in the beginning. Not many people would pay for it. However, as more and more content is created, more people would pay for it."
"At our current speed, I highly doubt that we will be able to make it profitable within ten years…"
All of these students had their own views on the 'Useful App'. Many of them did not think that it would succeed at all. They only used their spare time to create and enrich the contents because of Tengda's subsidies.
Many people were even prepared that Tengda would give up on this project at any time. They had the mentality that they would earn some money for as long as they could.
One student was confused. "Sigh, I've always had a question. 'Synonyms', 'Antonyms', 'Rhyming Words' and other functions don't seem to be displayed on 'Useful App'. Why are they doing this?"
The so-called 'Synonyms', 'Antonyms' and 'Rhyming Words' were actually establishing a connection between words with similar meanings, opposite meanings, and similar rhythm
Every time a poem was recorded, one could freely add its synonymous words, antonyms words, rhyming words, and the like to establish a connection between different poems or poems.
These contents were also included in the workload, and the weightage was not low. After sorting out a poem, one could search it online, verify it, and then fill in the relevant poems in the backend platform.
However, the strange thing was that this connection would not be displayed in the 'useful application'. That made everyone slightly confused.
"I don't understand. They obviously created this function but didn't show it. Isn't that a waste?"
"Who knows? Maybe the reception for this function is still under development? Is it done at the backend platform and displayed directly after it's done?"
"Maybe."
The students did not pay much attention to it and continued working on the backend platform.
… 
At Otto Technologies…
Chang You invited Yu Pingan to the guest room when he arrived.
"Wait a moment."
Chang You left for a moment, he returned with an OTTO cell phone.
"You're here today to do some work on the application database. Since you're here, feel out the functions of the first version of AEEIS' smart assistant."
"Our researchers have been working on it for a while now. We need a complete outsider to give us some opinions from a more objective point of view."
Chang You handed his cell phone to Yu Pingan as he spoke.
Yu Pingan was supposed to work with Chang You today because the data on the application would be directly linked to the AEEIS smart database. There were many details in the design that required the two in charge to make decisions.
In the end, Chang You caught him as a lab rat to experience AEEIS' initial version.
Yu Pingan might not be very interested in these but he still reached out to take the cell phone and seriously tried it out.
There was an unwritten rule within Tengda Corporation that every department had to unconditionally and unreservedly cooperate with the other departments to meet their needs. All department heads had to abide by this rule habitually.
When did such unspoken rules become established?
Most people did not know.
However, the source of this unspoken rule could probably be traced back to Boss Pei. On one hand, Boss Pei attached great importance to the cooperation between the various departments. On the other hand, there was no pressure from the heads of the various departments to compete with each other. Everyone worked for Boss Pei, and their salaries were not much different. The bonuses did not depend on profits but on reputation. Thus, there would not be sectarian bias between the various departments like some large companies.
Yu Pingan noticed that there were some changes to this OTTO E1 when compared to the cell phone that was being sold on the market. The most direct observation was the operating system of the cell phone.
At first, the operating system of Otto Technologies was more like that of the original Andriod. The interface was simple and clean, but it also gave people a feeling that it was too simple.
However, this version of the operating system had much more content. The UI animation of various systems became smoother, more natural, and had many more details. There were also many more options in the system settings that could better dig into some new functions of the Android system. The camera system's icons had been changed, and new functions would be discovered after clicking into them, such as the optimized algorithm for taking pictures, new filters, and so on.
Other than that, the system also incorporated the functions of AEEIS' smart assistant. He could either press the power button or directly speak to AEEIS to get the Intelligent Voice Assistant to appear.
Yu Pingan did not know much about AEEIS' Intelligent Voice Assistant.
He only knew that this Intelligent Voice Assistant had also used the latest artificial intelligence research results of Xinkuo Technologies. It was similar to the smart assistants and smart speakers produced by other manufacturers. The only difference was in the details of the adjustments.
In addition, Chang You had said that this was a 'erudite and easygoing smart system'. It would sometimes speak with venom and also had poetry function.
However, Yu Pingan did not take it too seriously. Since all the low-level technologies were used for communication technology, this voice assistant should not be that different from other voice assistants. What's more, it was only the first version.
Yu Pingan said into his cell phone, "AEEIS."
After a crisp beeping sound, a dark gray cover appeared on the cell phone screen, covering the content of the original image. A colorful tilde appeared on the screen.
The main part below the tilde was a display area for information. At the bottom was a smaller tilde.
The colorful tilde above the screen was AEEIS' main body. It would only move according to the sound notes when AEEIS answered. When AEEIS did not answer, it would have other dynamics such as rolling in in wave motions or rotating regularly. This was used to express AEEIS' current mood and state of mind.
On the other hand, the smaller tilde was used to collect voice messages from the outside world. It would vibrate as Yu Pingan spoke.
The entire page was very clean. There was no additional text information.
Yu Pingan had used other voice assistants before. Many words would be displayed on the page, including frequently asked questions. However, the AEEIS interface was cleaner and simpler. It was the same style as Otto OS.
Yu Pingan had a good first impression of AEEIS.


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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A sonnet is a lyric poem consisting of a single stanza of fourteen iambic pentameter lines linked by an intricate rhyme scheme. There are two major patterns of rhyme in sonnets written in the English language:
The Italian or Petrarchan sonnet (named after fourteenth-century Italian poet Petrarch) falls into two main parts: an octave (eight lines) rhyming abbaabba followed by a sestet (six lines) rhyming cdecde or some variant, such as cdccdc. Petrarch's sonnet was first imitated in England, by Thomas Wyatt in the early sixteenth century. The earl of surrey and other English experimenters in the sixteenth century also developed a stanza form called the English sonnet, or else the Shakespearean sonnet. This sonnet falls into three quatrains and a concluding couplet: abab cdcd efef gg.
After Wyatt and surrey, the sonnet was neglected for a number of years tills sir Philip Sidney resuscitated the dying form by composing one hundred and eight sonnets and eleven songs all put in astrophel and Stella. After the publication of Sidney's astrophel and Stella there was a rich harvest of sonnets procured by a host of writers of whom Spenser and Shakespeare are worthy of detailed consideration. Spenser composed eighty-eight sonnets of love and addressed them to Elizabeth boyle and have been given the name amoretti.
Shakespeare's sonnets, one hundred and fifty-four in number were published in 1609 by Thomas Thorpe. The entire collection of Shakespeare's sonnets consists of two clearly distinguishable series of sonnets. The first series (1-126) is addressed to a youth, and the second series (127-154) is about a certain dark mistress, to whom the poet in some senses loves, or has loved, but whom he also despises, and despises himself for loving.
Shakespeare's best remembered sonnets promise eternal life which is one of the major themes that have encouraged the young man to self-perpetuation through biological reproduction
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. (18.13-14)
 
 
 
 
The 1st seventeen sonnets have come to be known as procreation sonnets because the poet in repeated terms and numerous ways tries to influence the fair young man to accept the fact that he should marry, beget children and he should leave behind his progeny who would carry the lineage of the beauty in this world.
Times constant attack is often what we see in sonnet 2 Shakespeare describes its callous and relentless destruction of beauty. He writes to the fair youth
The youth's proud livery, so gazed on now
Will be tattered weed of small worth held
The poet is lamenting the passing of time and asking his friend to procreate as fairness will fade., beauty will go, time will eat up everything and in 40 years wrinkles will be there and what his friend will answer and as such in sonnet 15, 16, 17  Shakespeare's verse will be a tomb, a memorial containing lifeless body but cannot reflect the reality of a man or woman and combines immortality in and verse that when this youth will be old, if there's a child the youth will live twice as in his own child and in the rhymes and people will believe Shakespeare's rhyme seems the youths beauty to be continued in his child.
The poems temperate subject is first set in a world of extremity, unbalance and temporal decline. just as the soul has "so short a lease" on the fading mansion of the body in sonnets 146, in sonnet 18 "summers lease hath all too short a date" (146.5; 18.4). but the young man will not lose possession of the beauty he owns, unlike the soul or a summers day. Somehow, he will grow "in eternal lines to time" as in sonnet 19 time is personified in a prominent way but in the 13th line  Shakespeare realises it is useless to plead time as the patron will survive as a icon of beauty more than a metaphorical life for in order to reach eternity the visual apparatus of writing must be remembered who speaks the poems words.
Shakespeare provides a ringing endorsement of verse as something better than the gilded monuments of princess in sonnet 55 that the youth will shine in this poems than those stones tat crumble to dust, blackened by time until the judgement day "ending doom" when you are raised up, the youth will live this poetry and in the eyes of lover who  reads this.
 
Shakespeare explores the proposition that whatever he feels for his friend may be preserved through the literary art of poetry by eternalising his memory, immortalising it that in sonnet 60 by describing the ravages of time that it devours the choicest specimens of natures but yet his verses will last into the future praising his worth despite times cruel hand and eventually in sonnet 63 as he defends himself against the cruel knife of time, ensuing that he never cuts from his memory the beauty of his sweet love even if time takes his lovers life.
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
Demonstrates the power to live and breathe beyond the page and thus to survive.
The "confined doom" of sonnet 107 may also be a place: the small tomb or grave assigned to the poet's love, the young man. But now, "my love looks fresh," treated it seems "with the drops of this balmy time." And so, "thou in this shalt find thy monument" (107.4, 9-10). The aristocratic beloved will be embalmed in effect and placed in the expansive mausoleum of the poet's words, not in a confined grave.
Shakespeare also explores the idea that love, as an ideal that is inviolable and impervious to times erosive effects, thus in sonnet 115, Shakespeare explains that his earlier sonnets were overwhelmed by the fear of times tyranny ( alas, why, fearing of times tyranny,") and too little aware of the continually growing and counteracting power of love to outlive time, and eventually in sonnet 116 Shakespeare returns to the same theme, explains that "love is not love/which alters when it alteration finds," and he refers to it as "an ever fixed mark".
The image of ideal love that the poet feels towards the fair youth stands in direct contrast to the lustful love the poet feels towards the dark lady, where the lust is transient and inevitably passes with time, but the pure and ideal love that the poet feels towards the fair youth, is capable of evading times tyranny and surviving for eternity
Shakespeare's sonnets are still fervently read today, four centuries after they were published, is testament to the ability of poetry to transcend time and his poetry still remains to recount the story of his love for youth. Moreover, the fact that many essays about the fair youth and his immortalisation have been written in the centuries since Shakespeare's death demonstrates that the youth's legacy still survives as he himself wrote
"so long as men can breathe or eyes can see," (sonnet 18).

Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there, where lights are dim and faint!
Those on Weibo saw the poem that suddenly appeared. They were caught by surprise, gawking at the poem, reading it repeatedly!
In an instant, the entire internet went into a frenzy!
Those from the WA were stunned just from the first sentence.
Huang Lihua and Vice-chairman Shi were flabbergasted as well.
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees, as if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
The first sentence was describing the wind, and it was expertly written. The imagery was lifelike; describing the scene with the wind, it was beautifully scenic.
For a moment, time seemed to have stopped on Weibo. During that time, even the comments ceased. Those not in the know might even suspect that everyone's internet disconnected.
They were pulled into the poem, into the lively market, with a beauty walking along with the crowd. The crowd tried to locate her, yet she was nowhere to be found. Just as they were feeling dejected, turning around, they saw her standing near the flickering lights.
Such beautiful imagery!
It was only a poem, but everyone felt as though it was a story.
After they struggled to recover from their daze, Weibo exploded with activity.
[Amazing poem!]
[F*ck! F*ck!]
[Such composition, such a wonderful poem!]
[I don't know much about poems, but I know that this is f*cking good!]
[Divine inspiration, this is divinely inspired!]
[F*ck! I was so excited and tried to send gifts all the while. Only now I realize that there's no gift button. Damn!]
…
Meanwhile, Capital University's Wan Yun was in shock.
'Is this really a student from our Capital University? My student managed to compose a poem of this level? The heavens are blessing our Chinese literature!'
The comments on Weibo were like fireworks going up in waves. The number of likes increased by a few thousand every passing second, causing Weibo to malfunction temporarily.
Just how well was the poem written? An average person would not be able to tell.
However, those in the WA knew that this poem was really well done. The scenery and character were expertly brought to life. They were way better compared to the poems Ye Lingchen previously wrote.
That was the first time Ye Lingchen put his heart into writing a poem. In an instant, it subjugated everyone. It could be described as perfect, definitely worthy to be considered a masterpiece!
Those from the WA remained silent; some were even eager to go offline. They were too ashamed to stay around and were trying to find a hiding place.
'Novel Y...just what kind of person is he?'
'Composing a poem of this caliber on the fly. Is he still a human?'
However, someone soon noticed Ye Lingchen's choice of words. "First!"
[F*ck! First poem?! Could it be that Y intends to compose more?]
[Awesome! Would the second one be coming soon? I'll wait for it!]
The next instant, the second poem was out.
[The second poem, on the moon.]
[Moon Gazing with Distant Thoughts.
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
Lovers resent the long nights, where sentiments grow strong.
Snuffing the candle to appreciate the full moon, adorning the robe to feel the moisturizing dew. 
Regretfully unable to present this to my dear, I return to sleep, for a dream of cherished union.]
Amazing!
Another amazing composition!
The first sentence grabbed the hearts of all the readers!
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
This poem was about separation, projecting the sentiments onto the moon. Loved ones separated in distant lands sharing the same view of the moon. The long-distance separation was aptly described by this.
[I'm crying. Thank you Y for composing such a wonderful poem. Thank you! I've been working away from home for many years now. It's been so long since I last went home.]
[Above post, I'm in the same boat. I miss my hometown.]
[Sob sob sob, I've already made plans with my wife to share the view of the moon tonight. That way, it'll be like me watching it next to my wife.]
However, while they were still lamenting, the third poem was out!
[The third poem, on flower.]
[On Flower After Failed Examination.
Waiting for autumn to come, eighth of the ninth month,
Once my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers perish.
Bursts of fragrance soar the skies as it penetrates Chang'an,
The entire city coated in golden armor.]
Once the poem was published, everyone was shaken even further.
The style of the poem was distinctly different from the two previous poems.
The previous poems were of restraint and separation. However, this poem gives off a feeling of tyranny, unrivaled dominance!
Such a change made it difficult for them to switch over.
This poem was domineering from the beginning to the end. It could be said that every word, every sentence struck awe into their hearts.
Just how prideful and confident must one be to write such a poem!?
[I suddenly feel that Y is writing this poem for himself. I wonder if any of you guys feel the same?]
[The first one I can think of is Y. Didn't you realize that once Y started composing poems, those fools from WA dare not utter a single word?]
[F*ck, it's true! His pride and domineering demeanor are oozing from his bones!]
[The fourth poem, snow.]
Ye Lingchen paused for a moment, but this time he laughed, suddenly feeling trollish.
He split up the upload, starting with the first sentence. [One, two, three and four.]
'Hm?'
Everyone was dumbfounded. Such an opening seemed very mundane.
[Five, six, seven and eight.]
[What's this? Counting game?]
Ignoring the masses, he uploaded the third sentence.
[Thousand, ten thousand, and countless.]
With that, the crowd could no longer hold back.
[Y, why are you suddenly learning from those WA members? Please don't!]
[F*ck! It's the end. Y's poem is starting to burn my eyes.]
[Is our Chinese literature going into decline now? No…]
However, the fourth sentence came.
[Disappearing into the plum blossoms.]
Boom!
All their minds were blown, ringing continually. They did not expect the last sentence to salvage the entire poem in that manner. 
That poem was by no means amazing, but it was simple. In its simplicity, it did not lose its rhyming. In a way, it could also be considered another masterpiece.
[Amazing! I knew Y wouldn't let me down.]
[The essential stroke. That's the real essential stroke!]
[Genius, definitely a genius. He's just doing as he wishes!]
[Hahaha, did any of you realize that Y's poem was picking on those poems that Huang Lihua was praising earlier?]
[It is! Wind, flower, snow, and moon. Hahaha…]
[I would like to ask, Master Huang Lihua, is the wind still gentle? Are the flowers still beautiful? Is the snow still white? Is the moon still bright?]
…
Composing four poems in a row, and each of them masterpieces. All that without any preparation beforehand; all impromptu work. Such level of poetry would have made him a champion in ancient times!
Others would have something to be proud of for life after composing one good poem. Instead, he wrote one after another, as if they were nothing. That was just beyond amazing!
Frightening, absolutely terrifying!
All those from the WA became mute, after which they started to delete their Weibo posts one after another.
They were ashamed of showing their poems. It was impossible to compare with Ye Lingchen. They could not afford to embarrass themselves any further.
Huang Lihua deleted the post where he criticized Ye Lingchen along with his other posts. Ye Lingchen's standards were way beyond most people out there. If his literature standards were considered low, then the entire China would have no standards to go by.
Just where did this monster pop out from? He was just too monstrous. Not someone one could afford to offend...


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

"My feelings are written in pieces of paper
Be it sadness, be it happiness, be it hate
Written upon the parchment
Dormant till it is found or decayed

I bared my light and darkness
Upon the palette of fragile white paper
Not knowing what will happen next
Wanting for a way to escape from reality

The story. My diary. My life."

Once there was a girl who wrote a diary. She wrote in colorful words of joy and misery. She wrote about wizards and dragons and soldiers and breakfasts. But mostly she wrote about herself. She wrote her passion. She wrote her emotion. She wrote her love. And sometimes, a pancake eating a dove. 
No. Not the other way around. 
For this girl is not the usual unicorns and leprechauns. She loved pain and glory, and everything that is gory. She loved the way poems create a story. Of how metaphors can be seen through a thousand window panes. Yet none of them, sharing a single lane.
But this girl had a problem. She loved her words till it turned ad nauseam. But every day when she opens her eyes, she loses all her ideas, all her creative demise. The words on her diary fade as the stars go to slumber. Just like everything about her, she could not remember.
She wrote and wrote but she forgets. The pages she used felt more like broken nets. Captures yet escapes. Portrays but not in a visual scape. But even so she never changed her diary. That girl went on and on and never stopped her happy misery. She no longer knows who she is or why she keeps rhyming. But there is one peculiar thing that is happening. 
Every day she remembers none her of past stories but remembers a new memory. She writes it down on her diary as a new story. It changes day by day and she forgets it the next day. But she never wrote what exactly happened. She wrote it in a way like a treasure chest can never be opened. But alas, the poor young girl can never complete her story. A tale that tells of the truth of her memory. 
What ever happened to her we do not know. For in life, you reap what you sow, but don't worry this is not the end of our story. This is the tale of a girl and her diary.

The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone was staring at Old Man Li. Their gazes were filled with disbelief.
In their impressions, Old Man Li was a very calm person!
Ever since the establishment of the country until now, he had experienced too many storms and seen many things. He naturally comprehended more things compared to others. His mental state was also one that would remain unflustered despite great waves.
At the very least, everyone on the scene today had never seen Old Man Li acting like this before. He had always been calm and tranquil as he dealt with things.
But today…
What was going on?
What was going on exactly?
What had happened for him to feel so shocked?
At this moment, Old Man Li's chest continued to heave as he panted. His face was in shades of green and red, there was a ruddy glow on his forehead. Even his hands were trembling; no one knew whether he was feeling joy or unhappiness…
"Scram!"
"I'm very healthy!"
A few medical staff thought that Old Man Li was suffering from a heart attack. They were so frightened that they immediately rushed over. However, Old Man Li furiously shouted at them. His voice was filled with vigor, causing all the medical staff to retreat due to fear.
Only after they retreated did they heave a sigh of relief.
Such an aura and given his appearance, it naturally wasn't a heart attack.
But what was wrong with him?
Why did he seem so crude?
"Old Li, what's going on? Is there a need…?"
"Look at this!"
"The words are crude and ugly, can it be that you are angered by the words? That shouldn't be the case...wait...what! These two poems? Wait...these two poems are classic poems, I…"
"Let me take a look. What's going on exactly? Ah…? This poem!"
"Am I dreaming?"
A piece of normal size xuan paper was passed around by the old men. Everywhere it was passed to, the person reading it would widen their eyes as though they were struck by lightning. In fact, even if they didn't stutter, they became mute.
When the paper was passed to Chen Xi, the first thing Chen Xi saw was those ugly words…
She immediately felt speechless. But after reading the poem, her beautiful eyes instantly narrowed and then widened.
When she saw the signature, it was as though she had seen a ghost. She turned and looked at Lu Yuan who was seated at the 4th row. For a time, she didn't know how to describe the shocking waves in her heart!
This man… 
This man…
Is actually so...
.........
"Are they looking at me…?"
"Brother, your…your words… cough, cough. These judges have very high requirements for everything. This is especially so for the appearance of one's written words. Earlier, I roughly glanced over at your calligraphy, and I think…"
"Could it be that my ugly-looking words have enraged them? Is there a need for them to be so angry?" Lu Yuan opened his mouth wide. The expressions of the judges grew increasingly complex. Lu Yuan thought that they wanted to devour him whole.
"Brother, I think you don't know Old Master Li's temper, right? The two things he's most fond of are words and poems… I remember there was a year where a gifted scholar was chased away by the Old Master because his handwriting was too ugly! This matter was reported on the news, and that gifted scholar lost all face."
"What? Chased away? So exaggerated?"
"Yes! Old Master also said on the spot that the man didn't respect the Poetry Exchange and was masquerading as a gifted scholar!"
"What!"
Lu Yuan looked around, staring at the bizarre looks of everyone. After that, he gulped his saliva and suddenly felt that his back was perspiring with cold sweat.
Could it be I…
"Brother, if I didn't guess wrongly, you wrote two poems earlier, right?" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the expressions of the judges which grew increasingly weird. After that, he also felt nervous randomly for some reason. His voice when speaking to Lu Yuan grew much softer.
"Yeah, I wrote two poems. This, this…" Lu Yuan was frivolous and forgetful. He had never known what the word 'nervous' meant. But now after listening to Xu Xiaonian, in addition to the ugly calligraphy he wrote, he couldn't help but keep taking deep breaths. He was now incomparably nervous.
When he inclined his head again, he noticed Old Master Li's gaze.
Old Master Li's eyes were bloodshot. His wrinkles gradually deepened, and his expression became incomparably incomprehensible.
Lu Yuan suddenly felt scared for some reason.
How shameful would that be if he was to be chased away in public?
He might as well…
Just leave…
"Brother, you...are awesome...You should just pray for your fortune!" Xu Xiaonian couldn't help but pity this new friend after noting the strange atmosphere in the area.
He felt that this friend was extremely unlucky.
"When will they give the scores?"
"Most probably an hour later."
"Aiyo, I have a stomach ache now, it's so painful… I'm going to the toilet now. Help me tell them that my stomach ache is so bad that I have diarrhea for the last three days!" Lu Yuan suddenly clutched his stomach and ruthlessly squeezed out a few tears. Taking the opportunity that no one on the stage was looking at him, he hurriedly walked toward the exit.
"Brother, this idea isn't bad… Don't worry, I will lie to them for you!" Xu Xiaonian nodded as he stared at Lu Yuan's departing back. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up for Lu Yuan, impressed by Lu Yuan's acting skills.
Lu Yuan lowered his head and reached the exit. He heaved a sigh of relief when he thought back to the atmosphere earlier.
It was better for him to leave on his own accord, right?
"Hi, you can't enter and leave casually…"
"Ah? If I exit now, I won't come back again…"
"Won't come back again? But the Poetry Exchange isn't concluded yet…"
"I have something on; hence, I need to leave in advance. Can I trouble you to open the door?"
"Leave in advance? Alright then."
The security guard cast a strange look at this young man.
He knew who this young man was. This young man was the only one who entered the Poetry Exchange with two entry passes. This was truly an extremely unique occurrence.
For others, it was already very impressive for them to have one entry pass. Yet, this young man had two. This was simply incredible.
When the security guard saw that Lu Yuan's expression was a little anxious, he helped him open the door.
After the door opened, Lu Yuan hurriedly walked toward the direction of the car.
"A`Yuan? Why...why did you come out? Are you eliminated already? This shouldn't be the case…"
"No...I have something on."
"Ah? What do you have on?"
"Don't ask. I'm sorry, I gotta make a move first."
"???"
Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan who was leaving hurriedly. After that, he felt a little dumbfounded. What was going on?
Other than being chased away, he hadn't heard of a case where one would leave the Poetry Exchange in advance?
Or could it be that Lu Yuan was chased away?
After Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan, his own expression became one of sympathy.
Being chased out…
This was… too unbearable.
.........
"Just a single poem would be outstanding enough, but this little fellow actually wrote two poems in one go. He is truly overflowing with talent!"
"Yeah, I really wish to see him now!"
"9.6! These two poems, regardless of their artistic mood, tonal patterns, or rhyming, are all top-rated. In fact, they are even ranked at the top of all poems I've ever seen. If it wasn't for his words being too ugly, I even want to give him 9.9!"
"Yeah, I'll give 9.5. The poems are not bad, but the words are too ugly. It's very hard to imagine someone who could write such poems to have such ugly-looking handwriting."
"Right. I will give 9.6. I want to put these two poems into my book, and they will be respectively placed on the first and last page, reminding everyone about the effort of farmers. It isn't easy to till the land!"
"I suggest placing them into the Mandarin Pavilion. I feel that both of these poems can be ranked first!"
"Mandarin Pavilion? I think so too. Alright then, let's announce the result of the first round."
"Mn!"
A few minutes later.
"The victors of the first round are the two poems with the same name [Sympathy for Peasants]. They have a comprehensive score of 9.6! Author: Lu Yuan!"
"Kacha, kacha, kacha!"
All the light, all the cameras, turned and focused on Lu Yuan's seat.
Everyone widened their eyes as they searched for Lu Yuan…
They felt that this name was very unfamiliar and couldn't recall who it was for a moment…
But when they saw Lu Yuan's seat, they discovered that it was empty…
"That...that...Brother Lu Yuan said he had a stomachache and has left in advance…" Xu Xiaonian trembled as he stood up and spoke.
"What!"
Old Master Chen's incomparably agitated face suddenly turned gloomy as he hurriedly took out his phone.
That rascal!
What was he doing exactly!
Why was he always so unreliable?
.........
"What? Old Master, I have something on… Hence, I left in advance."
"I really do have something on. I have a stomachache and a movie that I'm still filming. I…"
"WHAT?!"
"You say that I got first place?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm coming back right now, I'm coming back right now…"
"I have to come back no matter what? Good, good!"
"My stomach suddenly feels more comfortable now."
.........
"A`Yuan, you…"
"Let me pass, I have to enter…"
"Didn't you…"
"Sorry, I don't have time to explain. Let me pass, I'm going in to get a reward."
"????" Li Dongqiang was dumbfounded when he saw that Lu Yuan had returned.
Going in to get a reward?
What's the meaning of this?


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…

Beep…

Beep…

Beep…

I groan as I hear the sound. I didn't even need to open my eyes to know what I'm hearing. The sound of the heart monitor was unmistakable. I had woken up to it too many times to mistake it for something else. Why me? Why save me? Who saved me? I open my eyes to see my brother laying by my side. His brown hair sprayed around his head. His head was resting on his arms. He was the quarterback in high school so he is very buff. Of course it was him. He had stopped all of my attempts to end it. What will it take to have him let me go? Why won't he let me go? It took him eighteen years to want me. I know he didn't before but he still saved me. If he wants gratitude he's not going to get it. There was no point in saving me, not after what I did. I'll go to jail for starting the fire. Although that was a childish thing to do but I couldn't help it. It was my birthday, not that anyone knew that. They still pushed me down. They still shouted horrible things to me. The worst thing was looking at him, beaten by my brother. I was placed back to that day, remembering what he did. Everything had flown out of my mind and I ended up starting the fire. I almost did it. I almost killed myself and I was happy about it. Oh no! Not only did I nearly kill myself but I most likely killed my baby too. Horror shot through me. What was I thinking! The machine's beeping sped up as my heart did. It was getting harder and harder to breath. My fingers start to tear at my skin. The skin was easier to peel off than usual because of the fire. Tears start to fall from my face onto the burned skin, causing a scream to fall from my lips. 
"Hey, hey, hey," my brother grabs my hands in his, "it's okay." No it's not! I killed my baby. I killed my child. Why! I didn't care how I managed to get pregnant, I wanted that baby. Now that baby is dead because of me. My baby is dead because of ME! "Estelle, look at me," he grabs my face causing me to look at him, "Look at me, you didn't lose anything. Okay." What does he mean I didn't lose anything! I lost my baby! I lost EVERYTHING! I look in his eyes and realize what he means. I didn't lose anything because my baby still lives. I'm still carrying a baby. Relief fills my body. Anger quickly overcame it, I nearly lost my baby because of me. The urge to hurt myself grew as my anger did. No! I can't do this anymore! "Amell, I need to see a therapist," I tell my brother. Relief filled his face, when I said that. I have given him hell when it came to my mental health. I'm surprised he even keeps trying, anyone else would've given up by now. He hasn't. He moves to press a button and when he does a girl walks in. "Estelle, this is Kyna. She is a witch. She can heal your burns from the fire. Is that alright?" I nodded. I didn't know what I currently look like but considering I nearly burned to death I'm guessing bad. Kyna walks over to me and places her hands on my burned body. Her hand starts to glow and my body heats ups. My skin that I can see starts to look normal again. They unhook me from the machine and I go to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. My blond hair that was once down to my waist had burned to the middle of my back. My skin was covered in ashes from the fire. My brown eyes match my brother's. I place my hand on my flat stomach, that won't be that way for long. I bit my plump lips as I looked at my big breast. These are only going to get bigger. I have a hard enough time finding bras as it sits. My hips matched my butt, which matched my boobs. Too big for comfort. 
Time went every fast and the next thing I know I'm in a counselor's room. "Hello, Estelle. My name is James Mylo. I will be your therapist and I would love for you to feel comfortable enough to relax and open up to me but by the looks of it you aren't either relaxed or comfortable." He's got that right. I don't know him. Why would I be either of those things? I'm only here for the sake of my baby. I don't even want to be here. "Your brother told me you write poems. Why don't we start with that?" "Ok, I guess," I respond to him. "Good, feel free to start with anyone you feel like and we can talk about what caused you to write it," he replies. Ok. What should I start with? One More Year? No, too personal. The Grave She Makes? No, too soon. As she sits there? No, no, no. I got it! If I Fail. It's not too personal but still deep. "I have picked one. It's Called If I Fail," I tell him. He motions for me to continue. Ok. I can do this."My poems aren't the traditional rhyming kind. They are more like a lesson or a one side conversation. My poems are like my diary. I wrote this one about two years ago. Here I go. 
If I fail
Will you still love me
If I fall
Will you still care
If I break
Will you put me together
If I'm fake
Will you still be there
If I love you
Will you love me too
If I talk
Will you listen
If I feel
Will you let me
If I panic
Will you calm me
If I cry
Will you let it be on you
If I die
Will you will you let me
If I lie
Will you back me up
I know I'm asking a lot
I know you you don't want me
I know you don't love me
But I want you to
They don't want me
They all don't want me
They want me to leave you alone
He wants her
Our parents want me to be a boy
She wants to break me
All of you can break me
And all of you will
I am drowning
In my sorrow
I am alone
I am broken
I am unlovable
I'm sorry
For what I am
I'm sorry for what I cannot change"

Dr. Mylo grabs a tissue and hands it to me. I hadn't realized that I had started crying. Taking the tissue I dab at the tears running down my face. "That seems to have an impact on you. Tell me, who's it meant for," he states. "It's meant for Amell," I tell him. He nods his head as he writes something down. "And who are the they?" 
"Pretty much everyone else." 
"What about the she?" 
"Elanor. She was the head cheerleader at the time."
 "Is Elanor also the her?"
 "Yes." "What was her role in your life?'
 "She made it missable and my parents made sure it was hell."
 "Was she why you started the fire?"
 How does he know about that? Is he going to send me to jail? 
"Don't worry Estelle, I'm not going to turn in. I just need to know exactly what you have gone through, including the fire."
 "No, Elanor was not why I started the fire."
"How about the he? Who is he." 
I stop. The he is the reason I'm in this predicament. "Who the he's identity is unimportant."
 "Okay, then. Let's call him Bubble Boy. Is Bubble Boy why you started the fire?" 
"Yes." 
"Is that all you want to say about Bubble Boy?"
 "Yes." 
"Okay. Tell me about the day of the fire."
 "It was my eighteenth birthday. When I woke up I took a pregnancy test. I placed the test on the back of the toilet. Without waiting for the results I hopped in the shower. When I got out I got dressed and dried my hair. I grabbed the test and went back to my room. After getting ready for school, I looked at the test. It was positive. I was so freaked out it buried it in my trash can and left. When I got there people were kicking me, spitting on me, and calling me names. Then I saw Ka- Bubble Boy and I ran locked myself in an abandoned room. I had started to scratch my skin off. As soon as I got rid of the first few layers, I took a knife out of  my bag and cut over the burn-like surface. I pulled out my lighter and burned the untouched areas. It wasn't doing anything fast enough, so I set the school on fire."
The rest of the session went by pretty quickly.

On Estelle's eighteenth birthday she finally had it. She was finally about to end it but Amell had other plans. Her life is about to change and she doesn't want to live it. Read to see what she did and what happened to her.

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