A collection with some poems that I write over time, usually short, but there will be a chapter a day. The poems I like the most will be posted as independent stories and will have a continuation. (this story is part of another called The voice of Silence that comes out in November)

Sun Zhongyang had made a prediction. His father, Sun Xunwen, had a great plan. Now that he had walked through danger to stand beside Lu Shu, he would not be satisfied being a rich and bored person in the palace. But even though Sun Zhongyang was brave, he did not dare to think in the direction of the Lord of Heaven.
He knew the gap between him and his father. His father, Sun Xunwen was truly daring and resolute. On the other hand, he was simply a young man who was slightly stronger than the other sons in the palace.
But when his father became a Lord of Heaven, Sun Zhongyang suddenly felt that he did not quite understand his father. He was much more daring than he had imagined!
The Four Lords of Heaven had always possessed the most authority. Typically, the palace of the King of Gods did not use its power. Thus, the Lords of Heaven had the most power and influence.
But now, Sun Zhongyang discovered that he had become the son of a Lord of Heaven!
He was not like other families, where many siblings had to fight for a position. Sun Xunwen only had one son!
Sun Zhongyang had a wife, but his wife passed on early due to a strange disease. Since then, Sun Xunwen did not marry anyone else. He only had one son, Sun Zhongyang. 
Sun Zhongyang was very clear that his father loved his mother deeply. He sighed with emotion. It was not easy to have a warm and affectionate family among the wealthy families in the palace.
Now, he was the son of a Lord of Heaven!
In the future, any wealthy family from the palace who wanted to do business in the West Region would have to see the mood of the Sun family. In the past, they were equal. Now, the Sun family was high above the rest. This feeling was very mysterious!
Sun Zhongyang told himself not to let his joy get to his head, but he was not like the officials in the palace.
Sun Zhongyang turned around and looked, he suddenly realized that the 12 underlings his father had given him had knelt down on one knee. They said in unison, "Congratulations, crown prince."
These underlings had followed Sun Xunwen for 100 years. They knew that the Sun family would not create concubines. Thus, they could rest without worry by currying favor with Sun Zhongyang!
Sun Zhongyang sighed with emotion. He now relied on his father's status. He did not know when he would be able to break free of this.
When Sun Zhongyang thought about it, he waved. "Rise. Continue to do your homework. Whoever is done with their homework, help me do mine as well."
He could finally be more strong-willed when he spoke. He even dared to ask others to do his homework for him! In the past, these 12 underlings were his father's trusted subordinates. He did not dare to command them before he obtained their acknowledgment!
To be honest, the 12 underlings never expected that a day would come where they would help someone else do their homework…
They were chief officers who were comparable to the 12 patrons.
At that moment, Lu Shu walked inside the Peach Garden Association. He could already hear the loud and empty talk from inside. There were countless cushions in the waterside pavilions and visitors could choose any cushion to sit down and listen.
There was a towering and distinct spot in the middle of the waterside pavilion for people to speak. Only the speaker could sit there.
Three old men sat at the speaker's spot. One of them said, "The white sun sets below the mountains. This is over-analysis. It is simply heresy. In the future, please take note of this. How could you casually taint such a beautiful poem like 'farmers planting at noon'?"
An old man quickly said, "This is his argument. Old Lao, be careful when you speak!"
Old Lao was upset. "He led the Wei Wu Army and went to the palace once again. I have to say this. He is an ignorant fellow. How dare he misinterpret the poems written by the old King of Gods?"
Back then, the argument that Lu Shu had put forth in the fields had spread to the palace. After all, the King's Studies scholars were rather mobile. They liked to travel everywhere.
As this argument slowly formed a new subdivision, everyone knew that this was the strange argument put forth by the head of the Wei Wu Army. Now, the Wei Wu Army was at the peak of its power. Some scholars had started to advocate this argument. Of course, many people opposed this…
Someone softly said, "It is said that he is the orthodox…"
"Nonsense. Do you think the imperial edict is fake? He is just a rebel!"
"Hush!" One of the speakers was shocked. "Is this something that we can discuss?"
Someone laughed out loud. "What are you afraid of? He has not reached the palace. Even if he is in front of me, I dare to say so. No scholars have been killed in the Luniverse. Is he not afraid that scholars will condemn him in speech and in writing?"
Lu Shu listened by the side. He could not understand where his confidence came from…
But Lu Shu did not care about them for now. He changed the details of his appearance. He got up and walked among the crowd. Every time he walked past someone, he would give them a book.
Lu Shu had asked Zhong Yutang to prepare these books before he left the Earth. Back then, Zhong Yutang did not understand why Lu Shu wanted him to prepare these books.
When the King's Studies scholars received the books, they opened them and were dumbfounded. Something was written on the cover of the thick book. Appreciation of the Collection of Poems… 
Not only were there poems inside, there were annotations and the source of the poems. It was very detailed.
When the scholars saw this, they felt that something was wrong. The binding of the book was much stronger than that of the traditional thread binding in the Luniverse. It felt like an item from another time… in reality, this was the case.
It was not that traditional thread binding was not elegant. At least they could see how it was produced. But the modern binding from Earth had exceeded their imaginations. The Luniverse was not capable of such printing technology.
Putting the technology aside, when they opened the book and looked at its contents, they were confused. Why was the introduction already different from what they knew?
Who was Li Bai? Who was Du Fu? These poems were written by the old King of Gods, right? Why had the author changed? 
They wanted to find Lu Shu and discuss with them, or ask about the situation. But Lu Shu was running around the place. He was nowhere to be found.
Everyone could only look at the collection of poems in their hands and space out. Gradually, the three speakers realized that something was wrong. Why were the people below holding a book and spacing out?
They scanned the area. After all, they were sitting at a height. It was easier for them to observe the entire situation. Thus, they saw Lu Shu, who was giving out the books.
One of them was dumbfounded. He shouted at Lu Shu, "Young man, what are you doing?"
Lu Shu did not care about what they said. He had to finish giving out the books!
This was a gathering of the King's Studies scholars. Furthermore, the most famous scholars in the Luniverse were here. As long as he destroyed their beliefs, he would not have to be afraid that he would run out of distress points, right?
Lu Shu did not like benefiting at the expense of others. After all, he still had moral values. But he had invented a new way to earn distress points. It was called benefiting at his own expense…


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

First off to the people who have decided to choose my book, thank you very, very much to rather decide to spend your time reading my collection of poetry. I will ensure you never get bored reading my poems. 
But just please don't hesitate to give proper feedback about my writing style. I would really appreciate if productive feedback is given. Once again tysm 💞💞.

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P.S- The below content is just an introduction about feeling good about yourself, not to be mistaken with poetry. Poems start from next chapter :)

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The world is absorbed with competition, attention and hatred. Alas, in a situation like today mental trauma is just a step away from our lives and anyone can break down at any time. The percentage of people suffering from depression has been the highest at our generation. What do you think has caused all this? When did we grow so delicate? Why do we give up so easily?



The reason for sure is not giving time to onself. Everyone's so busy in catching up with the competition, spreading hatred etc that one has forgotten the need to reflect upon themselves. People find it as a joke today regarding reflecting on themselves. 



Now work is being prioritised over family.
Stress is being prioritised over sleep. Hate is being prioritised over love. Ego is being prioritised over affection. This has resulted to us prioritising our doom over the beautiful life we could live.



A solution for all our problems is reflecting upon oneself, reflecting what is good for us. What do we enjoy? What are our goals? Once we find our lyrics we can tune them to our brain accordingly. Our brain is like music, the music that brings melody and harmony to one's ears and this music is complete only when the lyrics, that is our dreams, go hand in hand with it. Like wise what's the point of living when you are not sure of what you want?




It is a vital neccessity to feel good about ourselves. Especially during the quarantine season, use this opportunity to reflect about yourself, make yourself do things which provide you inspiration, which make you feel good. I believe in using your talent you have for a good cause. Many of the people tend to connect with writings that are sad and give motivation. I want to therefore help the world. I may not be present in front of you consoling and wiping your tears but I want to help everyone of you virtually. Through the power of literature I want to wipe up your tears and sorrow and I'll put my 1000% in it. Let a computer be a medium where we can heal everyone's sorrow. I'll try my level best to make everyone feel happy with my collection of poems; FEEL GOOD.




Now on the note on the introduction of FEEL GOOD I want to give an explanation on the type of poetry would be present in this collection. I honestly believe the world is a diverse place filled with diverse cultures, diverse cuisines, diverse languages. Therefore expecting diverse opinions is also very common. Everyone has different ways of feeling good. Some feel better when their efforts are appreciated and acknowledged, quite a few feel good when their is love spread everywhere instead of hatred. We even observe quite a few people feel good when negativity and toxicity are out of their system and we even observe cases where people feel good when they are next to nature. Hence be prepared to accompany with me in my diverse journey of FEEL GOOD. Together let us FEEL GOOD. Let's make the world FEEL GOOD...

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　　 When not in class, Xiao Rui has the vigor of a chicken and the power of a dog, so he can get up to see the scenery before the sun rises. It is a pity that once the day comes to class, I want to hide in the bed and let the bed strangle myself to death.
 　　 "Gao Quan, save me! I am entangled in the quilt."
　　 "Would you like to ask for a leave for me? Just say that I fight with the quilt and both lose?"
　　 "Who can help me! Ah..."
　　...
　　 Gao Quan has become accustomed. His master is good at everything, but he doesn't like to learn. The purpose of cultivating his own learning is to help him write his schoolwork. If the doctors of Jiwendian knew about it, would they be p*ss off?
　　 "Your Highness, if you get up again, you will be late for class. Today is Dr. Jin's class." Gao Quan reminded.
Xiao Rui jumped up, dressing, and cursed: "Old man Jin's class? Now it's dead. What tasks did he leave for last class? Oh, I was too busy to remember. "
 　　 "With spring as the topic, I compose a poem." Gao Quan reminded.
　　 "Compose a poem?" Xiao Rui heard it, and immediately regained his calmness: "I thought it was an ancient prose commentary again. It's good to write a poem. Master, I dare not call myself a poem saint, but the king of poems still dare to be!"
　　 "Golden Retriever Lion King?" Gao Quan asked.
　　 "Get out!" Xiao Rui scolded with a smile.
　　 After dinner, Gao Quan drove slowly towards the imperial city.
　　 Entering the Outer Imperial City, to the Jiwen Hall in the northeast corner, Xiao Rui got out of the car and walked.
　　 "Brother Seven! Brother Seven!"
　　 Without taking two steps, Xiao Rui heard someone calling him behind him, his voice was light and cheerful, and he knew who it was without having to look.
 　　 "Brother Seven, why are you ignoring me." A teenager ran over with a beautiful face.
　　 Xiao Rui glanced at him and said, "It's Lao Jiu! You came early and didn't ask for leave today."
　　 Juvenile is the youngest of the nine princes, Xiao Yan.
"My mouth is sweet, hardworking and studious. Have you ever asked for leave? It's Brother Seven, you have changed today? You came so early." Xiao Yan smiled and said, "Brother Seven, I'll go to Fourth Brother's house to play with you, OK? ?"
　　 "No, I'm not free." Xiao Rui refused.
　　 Xiao Yan continued: "What are you up to? May I be with you?"
　　 "Squatting, do you want to accompany you too?" Xiao Rui said silently.
　　 Xiao Yan thought for a while, and Zheng nodded his head: "Then I will keep it and accompany you after class."
　　 "..." Xiao Rui quickened his pace.
　　 Xiao Yan followed closely, like a trumpet that couldn't finish talking.
　　 Entering Jiwen Palace, Xiao Rui met Xiao Jing, the eighth prince.
　　 He is half a year younger than Xiao Rui, and only half a year older than Xiao Yan, but his character is much older than Xiao Yan, and now he has become a master of Qiu and he is even more proud. After all, among the Confucian scholars of Daxia Kingdom, Master Qiu's name can be ranked in the top twenty.
　　 He also saw Xiao Rui and Xiao Jing, and simply nodded as a greeting.
　　 Xiao Yan entangled Xiao Rui and dared to make fun of words, but he did not dare to make a fuss in the face of this starling Xiao Jing.
 　　 After all, mynah's name is not called for nothing, so I can't help it.
　　 In addition to the three princes, there are other princes who studied together in Jiwendian. Emperor Xia couldn't help women studying, so there were 23 princesses.
　　 Xiao Rui looked for the corner seat in the last row and lay down on the table lazily. Compared with Xiao Jing, who was sitting in the front row, Xiao Rui was always the lowest-profile. If he could take Xiao Yan away, it would be more perfect.
　　 Dr. Jin is here.
　　, holding the ruler on his back, wandered into the room like an old man, she glanced around, and everyone did not squint.
　　 "Yo! Xiao Rui is here."
　　 Dr. Jin stared at Xiao Rui in the last row and said.
Xiao Rui's mouth twitched. There was no way. He came to Baodi early a year ago and was absent from school as a prince. He asked for a big leave for three days and a small leave for two days. He even ran into Dr. Jin and eventually angered Emperor Xia and was A penalty was given.
　　 If I knew my situation earlier, how could I dare to float.
"Class!" Dr. Jin came to Jiangtai and said, "Last class, how did the old man prepare for the assignments? I wrote a poem on the topic of Spring. Copying or writing is not allowed! Good author, the old man has rewards. And the bullshit, huh, the old man's ruler is not merciful."
"Snapped!"
　　 The ruler knocked on the table and snapped.
　　 "Who will come first?" Dr. Jin scanned the crowd.
　　 The eighth prince Xiao Jing stood up and bowed and said, "Doctor, students come first."
　　 Dr. Jin smiled and said, "Okay!"
　　Xiao Jingnian said: "The willows are drizzling and the rain is clear, and the remaining flowers fall to see the wandering warriors. The spring breeze blows the dream of the country overnight, and then the spring breeze reaches the dream city."
 　　 "This poem is written by students when they see their mother and concubine miss their hometown." Xiao Jing laughed.
Dr. Jin nodded and commented: "In the whole poem, Chun plays a consistent role. It triggers homesickness, provokes hometown dreams, blows homeward dreams, and is omnipresent. It is well written, and it seems you are after class. I will give you top grades for the results of serious thinking."
　　 "Dr. Xie." Xiao Jing was overjoyed, scanning the classroom from the corner of his eyes.
　　 suddenly.
　　 He saw a middle-aged man standing outside the back door. He turned his head around in fright. Although he didn't see his face, his apricot-yellow casual clothes embroidered with dragons could not explain his identity?
　　 Emperor Xia is watching class!
　　 Xiao Jing was secretly pleased that when he wrote a poem, the emperor must be outside the door. This poem can not only show his literary talent, but also reflect his filial piety. I think the emperor must have a look at him.
　　 Dr. Jin naturally also saw Huang Huang's figure.
　　 He kept quiet, and asked, "Who is coming from here?"
The elder son of Prince Rui stood up and wrote a poem honestly. Fairly satisfactory, not outstanding. Dr. Jin gave an inferior product.
　　 Twenty-three people wrote poems one after another, and in the end only Xiao Rui and Xiao Yan were left.
　　 Dr. Jin knew well, and deliberately asked: "Who else hasn't read it?"
　　 Xiao Yan tilted his head slightly and asked Xiao Rui: "Seven brother, you go up first?"
　　 "Come on, my poem is so good, the finale." Xiao Rui rested his chin with his hand, feeling boring.
　　 Xiao Yan curled his lips, then got up and said, "Doctor, there is me."
　　 "Two sparrows are singing green willows, and a line of egrets fly in the sky. The mountains outside the window are covered with snow, and you can see a row of boats on the river."
　　 "Puff..." Xiao Rui couldn't help laughing, and quickly covered her mouth again.
　　 Xiao Yan glanced at him bitterly, is this poem funny?
Dr. Jin glared at Xiao Rui and said, "Although it is a limerick, you can see your intentions, because you have observed the environment around you. It is worthy of praise. Xiao Rui, you think it is funny. , Is there a top-quality masterpiece? If you can't make it, don't blame me and punish you!"
　　Dingdong...
　　 Xiao Rui suddenly thought of the prompt tone in his mind.
　　 When I close my eyes, a line of information code pops out.
　　 "New task: accept the challenge of Dr. Jin, complete the top-grade poems, and the descending value +5."
　　 Xiao Rui raised his eyebrows, he wanted to see if the advent value collection was full, what functions were there.
　　 stood up, Xiao Rui bowed: "Doctor, the student lacks literary talent, the top-grade verses, is it too difficult?"
"Difficult? Then you still make fun of others?" Dr. Jin shouted: "Well, if you can make top-grade verses, and if you ask for leave in the future, the old man will approve and never ask you. And if you can't make top-grade verses, or maybe If there is suspicion of copying or writing on behalf of others, I will punish you to copy "The University" five times! Copy it yourself, when you finish copying, and when you leave the collection hall."
　　 Yo, this old guy forced himself to show his hand, low-key and high-profile work, today I will show off.
　　 "Okay, the doctor is true to his words, and the students naturally agree." Xiao Rui said proudly: "Then ask the doctor to comment on my verse."
　　 "The spring is late, the flowers are luxuriant. Cang Geng is here, picking Qiqi!"
　　 "This is a four-character short poem. It is sent out with feelings. There are five-character quatrains below. Dr. Jin, please listen: You don't know the dawn in spring, you can hear the birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers."
 　　 "I'm still in the seven-character quatrains, so it's better to read them together: The light rain on the street is as crisp as the grass, but the grass is not close to you. The most benefit of the spring is one year, and it is worse than the smoky willows."
　　 "Dr. Jin, are these poems in your eyes? Not enough, I still have words, and singing is fine."
　　 Xiao Rui is triumphant.

Xiao Rui was reborn as the seventh son of Emperor Daxia.

“I’m going to be a Happy Lord!” Xiao Rui.

“No, you don’t want to.” System.

“I don’t want to open missions, don’t fall in value.” Xiao Rui.

“Dear, you think.” System.

“Are you forcing me to be the emperor? I don’t want it, I don’t want it.” Xiao Rui.

“No, you want.” System.

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Therefore, Xiao Rui, under the pressure of the system, how to step by step and ascend to the throne under the crowd of tigers.

Oh, right. There are still several countries in the neighbourhood watching closely.

When the snow called in is a small collection of short poems and proses from different walks of life, compiled in the form of a book.

Hello. Yes you.Thank you so much for reading my novel, I deeply appreciate it. Just a heads up, what you're going to read is a collection of my poems rather than chapters of the same novel.

These poems are really close to me and I hope they touch you as much as they touch my heart.Have fun and again, Thank you

" I really don't know what to write but since you want me to write something I'll write something. "

Ever watched Disney animation. I already asked this question to somebody but who is your favorite Disney Princess ? Every Disney Princess usually have some back story or another and just based on that my favorite is Mulan. You may be thinking Mulan is not a Disney Princess and all and yes your right technically she isn't one but she deserve to be so and so. 

Though I really didn't do any search back than, the first time I knew about her back story a was when I read it in ' I Really am A Superstar '. I really like the folktale (  I don't know whether it is a folktale or poem or what it is ) it was really something which most feminist have to learn from and to this day ' Ode to Mulan ' is still one of my favorite though I still haven't read any of the Four Great Classical Novels to really compare it to, and yes I also read some works by Li Bai and some Chinese guy whose name I forgot, don't blame cause Chinese name are hard for others. Also recommend me which one to read.

Also I have to say I really missed IRAS since I completed it through the dark side ( LNMTL ), such a shame it was stopped. And out of all the literature works be it poems or novels or whatever my favorite is ' The Road Not Taken ' by Robert Frost..

Now enough of the sharing problem if that is what it is called.

I really want to say something in short, more of a summary of  today. If you've read my previous chapter yesterday, today could be imagined as exactly as yesterday except of that instead of LPM we have SWC ( Soil and Water Conservation ), and that was pretty much today. Also tomorrow is my roommate's birthday, so 'yayyy' but I never really celebrate birthday so 'awwww'. Also I skipped dinner again and I am currently surviving on junk foods.

This is my tenth chapter so far so I wanna make it a little interesting, an introduction to be exact. 

My name is H.D.Bezelel and nicknamed myself as Bezelel666 which is a bit satanic cause it is. My parents named me after Beelzebub the Prince of Hell. I'm just kidding though, but am I ? I really love reading though I don't have the talent nor the willpower to do so, but a lot have happened in my life and I was really frustrated with my life and depressed and shit, more of a nihilist. I was on the verge of exploding ( not literally though ) and I myself knew I need to relieve some tension which led me here to write. I really don't care what I write as long as I am writing something though albeit be good or back, heck there might even be some racial slur though. And I really wanna say Thank you for being here with me though, I don't know whether I'll even stop and I trying to do this daily. Also I am doing my third semester for Bachelor in Agriculture and I hate herbarium collection.

Also you might have noticed that I am very lazy and I don't have the willpower to even do double checking so I sure there are a lot of mistakes, consider this as me growing up.

' Tired I am
  Tired,  
  Very Tired.
  Just tired though '


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As Bali stepped out to the night, Shei turned to her father. "Why is he called the phantom?" Christian turned to his daughter and smiled. "His tactics. He strikes undetected, unexpected. We don't know when or where he will strike next. Criminals fear him for that." Christian said as he looked out into the night. "I'd like to thank him." Shei said and Christian nodded. "You'll have to find him first." Christian said turning around. "I'll ask around in the morning." Shei answered determined.
In the morning Shei set off for the library. She was looking for any information about the Phantom. The only book about him was a collection of poems by him. There was one that kind of hit close to Shei.
'Running from a shadow, waiting for light to come. Answer me gods, when will I be free from what I've become. Chasing myself through dreams and sometimes reality, when all my good deeds end in a fatality.'
Shei read the poem over and over again. She could feel the words of the poem resonating within her. She turned the page to find another poem.
'Only in the sea of trees I feel really safe, It is home for me, my own special place. The shadow that chases me, leaves me there alone, my past, my regrets: all of them are gone.'
'Sea of trees…' Shei thought. The only place that Shei knew of, was the great forest of Cucaloyin to the west of Arethusa. So, she set off towards the Cucaloyin forest. After walking for hours, she arrived at a tent with a camp-fire.
Bali watched from his tent as Shei arrived. He was not really happy about the girl following him around. However, he could deal with it. "Shei. What are you doing here?" Bali asked as his shadow cloak appeared. The noble girl jumped at the sudden voice. "I… came here looking for you. I wanted to thank you for saving me last night." Shei answered while refusing to look Bali in the eyes. Bali nodded. "I was just doing my job. Your gratitude is not required." Bali said and leaned back. "I also have some questions." Shei spoke up having gathered her bravery. "What did you mean by shadow of the past?" "You could say that that's where the phantom was born." My past… is something that I'd not get into." Bali said as he stood up.
"Can I do anything in exchange for last night?" Shei asked. "I was looking for an adventuring buddy." Bali said. "I… I can do that!" Shei said determined. "I don't doubt that. I am however aware of what you are trying to do. And all I can say is good luck. I can be denser then a rock wall." Bali pulled himself up, and the shadow cloak formed. "I am not looking for a romantic relationship." Shei mumbled, more to herself. "Sure. Keep telling that to yourself." Bali said and looked west. "Well, we better move." Bali started walking into the woods. "Wait for me!" Shei yelled and chased after Bali.

When Shei Caryion is saved by the mysterious Phantom she tries to find him to be able to thank him. While searching for him, Shei discovers the Phantom's past and finds a horrible secret.
Warning: Will contain mature themes such as suicide 
13+ but parental guidance strongly advised

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).

Lu's backyard.
　　The two officials fished out the second wife of the Lu family from the dry well and couldn't help covering their noses.
　　The summer is hot, and it stinks for two days.
　　After Wu Zuo stepped forward and checked carefully, he reported: "My lord, Mrs. Lu Er has no signs of struggling. It should be an accident."
　　The official Yang Wu asked, "Master Lu, why did you find that your wife had thrown into the well after two days?"
　　Lv Da did not change his color and said: "The old man is getting old, and he is a little weak. The lady is stunned and closed the door. I did not expect that goodbye is already separated from the Yin and Yang..."
　　As he spoke, he even shed two tears. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, which was extremely patriarchal, Lu Daquan could be said to be an infatuated man.
　　Lu Le was expressionless on the side, looking at the smelly female corpse, Lu Daquan who hid her face and wept, and the cold and ruthless princess, with a sense of understanding in her heart.
　　Yang Wu interrogated the other servants and maidservants, but found no clues. In addition, Master Lu and the county magistrate Tao had a close relationship, and wanted to close the case as soon as possible, so as not to affect the reputation of the Lu family, he went back to report to the county government.
　　Anyway, it is not uncommon for a few people in each of these big families to stumble and fall into the well.
　　Lu Le and other officials left, secretly relieved, and returned to the room with Wu's pheasant.
　　"This hurdle is over. With the status of the reincarnation of a god, I often reveal spells, and it is temporarily safe!"
　　"Liu Liu's family is not dead in vain, he actually contributed 1 point of experience."
　　Lu Le opens the properties panel.
　　[Name: Lu Le
　　Faith: Lord of Dreams
　　Occupation: Civilian
　　Faction: Chaos and Neutral
　　Level: 0
　　Experience: 1/10
　　Grade: 0
　　Talent: Gluttony (level 0)
　　Gong Method: None
　　Skills: None
　　Equipment: None
　　Magic coins: 35
　　Lottery: 0]
　　The first thing Lu Le does every day is to sign in and pray, then draw a lottery, and get an average of more than ten god coins every day.
　　"According to the agreement with the Security Bureau, we must first exchange them for Tier 0 magic pattern technology. However, only I know the number of god coins, so I can use some to increase their strength first."
　　Lu Le opened the Benyuan Mall. Although it was temporarily safe, pretending to be a god stick would bring more danger.
　　What the Cyber ​​Security Bureau recommends is to give priority to the civil service route, which is safe and secure. The sacred stick route is not liked by the rulers of the court, and may even be labeled as a demon and rebel.
　　"Blood Qi Pill, which can increase Qi and blood after taking it, has the effect of refining the body. It is a ten one.
　　"Mongolian Niu Jin, Tiger Fist, Bear-shaped Pile...the third-rate exercises of Jianghu also require ten points..."
　　Lu Le thought about it for a moment, and decisively chose the Blood Qi Pill, the Jianghu exercises can be bought by cheap daddy for money.
　　It is said that the Lu Jia Nursing Institute also has real kung fu, maybe not even a third-rate, it is a kind of crops on a bad street, at least free and no money.
　　The most important thing is that Lu Le has self-awareness, not to mention the martial arts qualifications, even the hard work of martial arts training may not be able to persist.
　　I have to say that the gluttony talent and the fat house really match.
　　Ten points were deducted from the origin, and the Blood Qi Pill appeared out of thin air and fell into Lu Le's hands.
　　It was red, round, and the size of the belly of the thumb, like a hawthorn ball.
　　Lu Le threw it into his mouth without hesitation, the mouth melted, a stream of heat poured into the stomach, and dispersed into the internal organs.
　　When the effect of the medicine gradually dissipated, Lu Le waved his arm, and his strength increased by at least two hundred catties. If he eats meat alone, it will take at least ten and a half months.
　　The gluttony talent is only level 0 in the end, and the effect is extremely obvious at the beginning of the ability.
　　Yesterday, I went back to the security bureau and had a humiliation. Compared with the first day, the effect was at least half.
　　Experience +5.
　　Lu Le received the prompt from the property panel and was taken aback when he applied.
　　I originally thought it was the experience of killing people, but it turns out that taking pills is OK, is that also practice?
　　When I was thinking about it, the door banged.
　　It was Lu Daquan who came in, with a hint of flattery in his smile, but there was no sadness or sorrow.
　　"Le'er, now the official is really black, and his mouth is a hundred taels of silver..."
　　When Lu Daquan was speaking, he looked at Lu Le's expression and found that there was no change. He admired that he was indeed the reincarnation of General Tiangong. He didn't care about the money and money, and continued: "Fortunately, we are still doing the real thing. Children protect the safety of the house."
　　"Well, father don't worry, as long as I'm here, the ghost spirit will never be close."
　　Lu Le is tens of taels of gold every minute, so he doesn't care about a hundred taels of silver.
　　"fun..."
　　Lu Daquan's expression suddenly became a little twisted, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "In the future, you are going to rise to an immortal, but the three generations of the Lu family have a single pass.
　　Lu Le's heart moved, could she introduce herself to his wife?
　　It seems that the ancient society pays attention to the right kind of family. Lu Daquan is also a person. The kind of family right is at least the Xiaojiabiyu type.
　　Will this be sorry Wu Pheasant...
　　Did three wives and four concubines hurt their bodies...
　　In the future, there will be more sons and more family businesses...
　　When Lu Lefu wanted to be together, Lu Daquan continued to talk.
　　"I don't know if there is a medicine for Xingyang in the fairy garden? My father is only forty years old, and I still have time to raise a small..."
　　Lu Le's brain buzzed, and the dream of hugging left and right was shattered, and his face flushed slightly.
　　"Of course there is. Father wait a moment."
　　Open the God Coin Mall, check the medicines to treat such diseases, and find it in the science and technology category. Only 2 God Coins are needed.
　　Pretending to have a spell, a box of blue pills appeared out of thin air.
　　The pills are beautifully packaged,
The bright colors of red, green and green were extremely dazzling in the eyes of the ancients.　　"This is an immortal pill, one pill a day can be cured!"
　　Lu Daquan quickly put the pill into his sleeve, and said with joy: "The Lu family is born out of immortals, it is really a green smoke from the ancestral grave, my son will live with the sky!"
　　Lu Le turned his eyes, pretending to be mature and serious, and said with his nasal voice: "Recently, I have suddenly felt that I like mortal articles on martial arts. My father has bothered to collect them. Whether it is articles, poems, or martial arts, the more the better ."
　　"Le'er rest assured, for my father, Chen Xiangyan has a very good relationship with Jindaowuguan, and their family inherited Hunyuan Gong is well-known for Jinhua City."
　　"Articles and poems are even easier to say, just for my father's classmates from Luoyang, I sent a volume of the latest collection of poems."
　　"But there is a little poetry fairy named Li Xiaobai in Kyoto. When seeing off Mr. Yangming, he said that there is no confidant, no one in the world knows the emperor, it can be called a quatrain from the ages!"
　　"So far, who can say that my style is weak and there is no great poet?"
　　Lu Daquan talked about poetry articles, UU reading www. uukanshu.com immediately became interested and took out a thin booklet from his body.
　　Lu Le, who was originally calm and relaxed, his face became stiff when he heard that no one in the world knew you.
　　In the past two days, in addition to pretending to be a ghost in Lu's mansion, he studied poetry and memorized articles with cultural and historical experts from the Security Bureau every night.
　　No one in the world knows you!
　　This is the quatrain of a great poet in the ancient times of Blue Star. How could someone write it in the dream world?
　　Does a genius collide?
　　Lu Le quickly took over the pamphlet, titled "Li Xiaobai's Poems".
　　Turning to the first page, it turned out to be the preface made by Mr. Yang Ming, and the comments of several Confucian scholars. They are all beautiful words. I can't wait to praise Li Xiaobai to heaven.
　　Lu Le had a bad premonition in his heart, and as expected, the first page turned over and it was "Persuasive Poems"!
　　The black hair does not know how to study early, and the white head regrets his late study...
　　This poem was specially selected by experts to let Lu Le show his sage in front of others, and he will surely gain the favor of scholars in the world!
　　One sentence was a genius, and another sentence was met. Lu Le believed that this "Li Xiaobai" was definitely a Blue Star person.
　　Flip backwards, all Blue Star classics, fifteen or six songs have been published.
　　"MMP, this guy is still shameless, he writes poems on all occasions, it is totally unreasonable!"
　　Lu Le was so angry that he could not show his face. He had to show a calm and gentle look, optimistic about Li Xiaobai.
　　"Father, the earlier the elixir is taken, the better the effect."
　　After this reminder, Lu Daquan immediately left anxiously and went to find the maidservant to test the medicine.
　　Lu Le threw away the book of poems and fell asleep.
　　It's a big matter, so first report to the Security Bureau and investigate Li Xiaobai's squad!

***NOT MY NOVEL ORIGINAL AUTHOR AND RAW LINK BELOW******
After Xiao Ding passed through, he became a librarian, accidentally integrated the godhead, and became the only god of the Blue Star Federation... Behind the scenes + virtual game creation + aura recovery + main god construction + heavenly players! ps: The protagonist is accustomed to shrinking behind the scenes, and is not online every day. ps: The main god recruits people online, granting opportunities including but not limited to crossing, rebirth, system, etc.

Author: 吾乃梦境之主
RAW LINK: https://m.qidian.com/book/1023730159

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