I wrote all of my poems and there are more to come. 
     The first poem is about a girl that is confused and questioning random things about life. 
     The second poem is about a relationship about a girl feeling like she is doing something wrong in the relationships and how she feels about how she caught her boyfriend cheating on her out of pain.

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


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

Little Yu's brows unwittingly knitted tightly into a frown. It was most likely someone's randomly written poem trying to use her to boost popularity.
Nevertheless, within a brief moment, the number of people tagging her grew, all pointing at the same poem.
'What poem is this? How did it get so much attention?'
Fueled by her curiosity, she finally decided to check it out.
[Crab is peeling my shell.
The notebook is writing on me.
The sky filled with me lands on the maple leaf and snowflakes.
Yet you're thinking of me.]
'Such a simple poem!'
That was Little Yu's initial impression. Additionally, the writing style came off peculiar. It was childish, and the sentences seemed to be in reverse. Under normal circumstances, it would not be appropriate.
However, weirdly enough, she felt that the poem carried a hidden meaning. Crab, notebook, maple leaf, snowflakes. They all described one emotion—sorrow.
With that sorrowful feeling in mind, she read the poem again. This time, as she read through the verses, the sorrowful feeling deepened. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and tears seemed to pour out from her heart, instantly flooding her eyes.
'Reverse!'
'It was in reverse!'
'This is a revolutionary poem!'
She wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes, and read it for the third and fourth time. The emotions grew stronger, and finally, she took a deep breath and started to voice out her views on Weibo.
[The beauty of language lies in its versatility. I firmly believe poetry to be the canvas for this beauty to be fully expressed. Language can use the simplest words to express the deepest of emotions! This poem is definitely well written. It is different from all other poems. It was written in reverse! It shook me to the core!]
She started by uploading that message onto Weibo. Like a rock that caused a thousand ripples, it instantly attracted the attention of all the viewers.
[It can't be. Even Little Yu is praising that poem?]
[FML. This is my first time seeing Little Yu giving such high praises to a poem. A new writing method? What does this mean?]
[I'll await for the explanation with you guys. Let's appreciate this together!]
[Could it be a circle jerk? Y Cosmetic is an online trend store after all.]
[It's too fake. Just a couple of words and it's getting such great assessment? I just can't see what's so good about it.]
…
Very quickly, the comments under Little Yu's post grew. More and more people started following the thread, all of them trying to figure out the meaning behind this poem.
Little Yu paid them no heed but instead continued to type out her insights.
[I believe everyone here have read the poem. Actually, from the beginning to the end, this poem is in reverse. That is to say, the author is writing about a world turned upside down. You can try to read the poem in reverse.]
'Reading in reverse?'
They once more shifted their focus on the poem.
[I'm peeling the shell of the crab.
I'm writing in a notebook.
The sky full of maple leaf and snowflakes landed on me,
Yet I'm missing you!]
Boom!
Just as they finished reading the last line, all their minds were blown. At that moment, they finally understood what the poem was about.
It was a poem about longing, trying to convey the message of 'I miss you'!
[I believe that everyone has given it a try. After reading it in reverse, those verses make sense now right? The author didn't only express his longing, but it also carried a deeper meaning: You'll only think of me if the world is upside down! This is a sad one-sided love.]
Little Yu's words once more stunned the crowd. In the next moment, they all felt a warmth within them that moved their hearts.
[You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Hehe, what a sad tale…]
[Ahhh, reading this poem again made me cry. How shameful that I didn't understand it on my first try.]
[This poem is written in a really special way. However, I really can't relate to the sadness it portrays. It can't be that exaggerated right?]
[Previous post, you've never loved someone before right? When you experience a one-sided love, you'll truly understand this poem.]
[That's right. You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Meanwhile, longing for you has become a part of my life, just like a normal notebook. Sob sob sob…]
[Genius! Only when you understand you'll realize how magnificent this poem is!]
…
In an instant, the poem's explanation spread like wildfire over the internet. On that special occasion, the poem naturally became the most welcomed poem on Singles' Day.
Nothing was more suitable for Singles' Day than a one-sided love.
Furthermore, along with the poem gaining traction, Y Cosmetics rose in popularity too. A lot of people expressed that it was too difficult to court the pretty boss lady of Y Cosmetics. Composing a poem that surpassed theirs? How was that even possible?!
That poem immediately turned into Y Cosmetics' symbol, gaining countless praises.
Ye Lingchen was instead sitting in the back. As he watched his popularity points went from 500 over thousand to 558,978, a faint smile appeared on his face as he remained hidden.
The next day, Ye Lingchen got out of bed early in the morning. After his morning exercise, he calmly waited for Xu Nan to pick him up.
Early in the morning, all the big media platforms were covering the news on autonomous vehicle technology. Aside from the entertainment news channel, some central news broadcasts had also brought up topics on autonomous vehicle technology. It was the arrival of a new era. The significance of this issue resulted in foreign media reporting on it as well.
It would appear that the whole world was focused on that day, a day the people of China took pride in.
At 9am sharp, Xu Nan's car parked outside the gates of Hill Spring Residences.
"Master!"
Seeing Ye Lingchen, Xu Nan immediately came forward to greet him with a smile.
Ye Lingchen returned a nod and got into the car.
The car drove on, and shortly arrived at the exhibit venue.
Looking around, the area was filled with cars. Countless people were coming and going with excitement displayed on their faces as they conversed.
Ye Lingchen saw quite a number of foreigners, ranging from fair to dark skin tones. All of them had an excited smile on their faces.
"Student Ye Lingchen, you're here." Xu Wanqing appeared before Ye Lingchen.
"Teacher Xu."
"I'm sorry about the previous incident. We didn't manage to safeguard your note and had to trouble you again," Xu Wanqing apologized.
Ye Lingchen returned a smile without words.
It would be a lie to say that he was not angry. As he grew steadily, he slowly developed the ego as a prodigy. At first, he did not plan to take further actions, but with Xu Nan as his disciple and Xu Wanqing as a teacher he was close to, it was difficult for him to say no when requested by both of them. Furthermore, autonomous vehicle technology was an important matter. One could even say it directly impacted the technological standing and advancement of China. For those reasons, Ye Lingchen would still try his best to contribute.
"Master, please calm down. You can point out the flaws later and give her a good round of face slapping! Let Abbess Miejue admit her mistakes. I guarantee that she'll offer her sincerest apology!" Xu Nan said coquettishly while tugging at Ye Lingchen's arm...


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...

"He is joking, right.", whispered a man in the audience to his friend.

"It's a love poem to a princess. There is no other princess than her."

"It's probably just a coincidence."

"Why the trouble to make a poem about a princess when the theme is the moon?"

That's right. After all, in this kind of contest, the theme was not considered absolute. In the case of the Moon, the theme could be moonlight, moon-viewing, even battle under the moon would not be considered weird. But of all the possibilities, Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan chose the Moon Princess. From the multiple meanings and message, it was a love poem. Out of all the time possible, he did it when Princess Ming was watching. How could this not be a coincidence!?

"...", the man could only stay silent.

Not just him, currently no one said anything. They did not cheer for the poem. They did not boo him for wooing the princess. After all, this was the first time a participant ever uses a poem to confess his love.

They did not know what to do. Confessing your love to a woman was good, they will surely support him. But, the target of the confession, the Princess of Xiang Lan Nation. Do you think she will accept someone like you?

What they need to do was to wait for Princess Ming's reaction, then they will go along with whatever the Princess said. With her outgoing personality, she will probably say something like 'Big brother poem is the best!' or 'Qiao An thinks this poem is inappropriate!'. The former answer means they will cheer for Feng Ao Xiu's Number One and praise his poem. The latter means they will condemn him for his action.

Kong Ling Jue and Emperor Fu Sheng Jian, the two men who know the real identity of the young man were especially shocked. Is that why you're here? Feng Ao Xiu must have found out that the Princess is here as a special jury, so he participates in the contest to pursue her.

Everyone intensely stared at Princess Ming. However, it only makes her more embarrassed. This was a new side of the Princess who was always cheerful and outgoing.

[Why is she so embarrassed? Isn't she supposed to be outgoing and cheerful?]

In the middle of it, was one man who's more confused than anybody, Feng Ao Xiu. 

[What happened? What's wrong with the silence? Could they have found out that I was cheating!?]

Yes, Feng Ao Xiu cheated again. The rules stated that the poem must be originally made, which Feng Ao Xiu did not follow. It was a big gamble considering that there were many scholars who knew thousands of poems and could easily detect if the poem was original. However, he was sure that if he used one of the poems that he learned during the last three years, no one would find anything weird.

Feng Ao Xiu shook his head. 'The Moon Princess' was a popular poem, but no one here has ever heard of this poem.

[Is there something wrong with the poem? It's just a love poem for a princess, there is nothing wrong... Wait! What the f*ck!? What have I done!? Princess Ming is here!]

Feng Ao Xiu did not know what to do. He could only stand there in silence waiting for a reply.

The silence continues. After about a minute of no sound, the Princess realized that all the attention was on her. She finally opened her mouth.

"I... It's..."

Oh! The Princess finally responds.

"It's ugly! I... I hate this poem! You pervert!"

Although Princess Ming said harsh words, everyone perceived it differently. 

[The Princess is angry! She's cute when she's angry!]

[Her personality doesn't allow her to be angry. What happened!? She's like a different person.]

[With that embarrassed look on her face, it is obvious she likes the poem, but she doesn't want everybody to know. So cute!]

If the princess wants them not to know, then they will pretend not to know. If the princess wants the poem to be ugly, then they will pretend the poem is ugly. Whatever the princess wished for, they will surely do their best to fulfil.

"Ah... It's too bad! That poem is ugly! I hoped too much from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan!"

"Such an ugly poem. There's nothing uglier than this."

"Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan, you did your best, but you cannot win with an ugly poem."

Mo Tie Yang suddenly stood up and said, "I declare the winner Master Sun!"

Kong Ling Jue was the one in charge of this match, he should be the one who declares the winner, but he stays silent. Since Feng Ao Xiu real purpose was to flirt with the Princess, then it won't matter who won.

Everybody claps and cheer, but it's obvious that it was not wholehearted. 

Master Sun Huang won, but he doesn't feel happy at all. Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan stole all his glory with one poem, for him nothing was more miserable than this moment. Although he won, it feels like he lost. 

Feng Ao Xiu was shocked. 

[It's over!? Just like that! This poem has been declared ugly. I lost!!! Don't you know that this poem is really famous!?]

The Princess occasionally glanced at Feng Ao Xiu. She noticed Feng Ao Xiu stares back at her, their eyes met each other. She quickly turns her head away, "Hmmph!"

Feng Ao Xiu breaks out a cold sweat. 

[What to do!? She's angry! If this keeps up, it won't matter how good I am at the last match, I will definitely lose!]

The little girl controls everything. Whoever she likes will be the winner, no matter how bad you were. If she said you lose, then you will lose no matter how well you perform.

The host said, "Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan, It's too bad, but there is no way your ugly poem can compare to Master Sun's legendary poem."

You still dare to call it ugly!? If the real owner knew that you people call his poem ugly. He will definitely kill all of you.

The host continued, "It's time for the last contest! The painting contest!"

"It is simple. Within an hour, the participant could draw anything, it's freestyle! The best painting declared by the juries is the winner! May the best painter win!"

The contest started and the participants started painting. The white canvases gradually changed colours. There were many drawings like a fluffy rabbit, ferocious tiger, lantern festivals, high mountains, and relaxing ponds. It could be said all of them were fairly good.

After half an hour, many contestants finished painting. Although the three scholars gave a solid and constructive criticism, nobody cares about them anymore. Instead, Princess Ming comments became the highlight of this contest.

Fluffy Rabbit.

"This Rabbit is really fluffy. Qiao An wants to play with this rabbit!"

Ferocious Tiger.

"Qiao An wants to have this kind of tiger at home."

Mountain Landscapes.

"It's beautiful! Qiao An wants to go there someday."

Gorilla.

"This gorilla is so cute! Qiao An never see such a cute gorilla!"

"That gorilla is cute?" An audience asked his friend. Although there were many ways to draw a gorilla. Cute was not the correct way to describe this one. No matter how he sees it, it could only be a vicious gorilla wrecking everything in its path.

"Don't ask! If Princess Ming said that gorilla is cute. Then it is a cute gorilla!"

Another man in the audience shouts, "Ah... Such a cute gorilla!"

Princess Ming was a cheerful girl, anything she said will be positively good. She never called anything as ugly... except for the last poem.

Everyone already finished or almost finished their drawing, except Feng Ao Xiu. His canvas was still blank.

Feng Ao Xiu glanced again at the Princess. She noticed Feng Ao Xiu looks at her, she immediately blushed and turned her head away while acting angry.

Feng Ao Xiu smiles. [Ahh... She is so cute! Wait, it's not the time for this! She's still angry!]

Feng Ao Xiu was right to be worried. If her anger would not subside, then everything he draws will be useless. She will just call it ugly again.

[Think! What kind of paint can make her happy!?]

But nothing comes into mind. 

[It's supposed to not just makes her happy but also won't deny that she is happy!? Or at least something that she could never deny it's ugly...]

At this moment, something struck into his brain. But this idea was a double-edged sword, his body shuddered to know all the bad possibilities that would happen with it. However, time was not on his side. This was the only chance he got. It's all or nothing.

Feng Ao Xiu holds his paintbrush. His hands move fast while painting on the canvas.

The audience has been anxiously waiting at what Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan will draw. After all, the results of his performance in the previous contests were extraordinary.

"Look, he starts painting!"

"What kind of painting is it?"

"Ah!!! It's... It's..."

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu is a genius that only appears once every 10,000 years. His talent is the target of envy and jealousy of all the people around the world. But because of his talent that he was betrayed and died at a young age of 15 years old.

When everyone thought that the Feng Clan just lost a future supreme expert, Feng Ao Xiu slowly rise from the dead and he returned to the Clan. 

However, no one knows that Feng Ao Xiu was not a cultivator. They think he was back stronger than ever.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu was an ordinary man. Can he survive?

Join him in a story full of comedy misunderstanding!

Standing still the girl introduce herself.
"Nice to meet you, My name is Kirihaya Momoka I will be a new member in this club from now on please take care of me."
Said Momoka politely. Haruno who was just stand on his place not moving move his head to look at Haiqal as look like asking for a question.
"Oh, Didn't I told you guys she is the other person that I invite to join this club."
"Well I do remember you said those kind of stuff." Said Haruno while scratching his back of the head.
"Well me too, From now on please take care of us." 
Said Haruno while bowing his head.Sakura who see Haruno doing also bow.
"Well with that now we have enough member for this club not to be disbanded." 
"Um… Haiqal…"
"Oh, What is it Haruno?"
"What actually do we do in this club?"
"Umm, That is a very good question."
"We actually just read book in this club right Kaichou."
"Um, yeah we didn't really do much."
"What is that so boring." Said Sakura who is now sitting on one of the chair and serve herself a cup of tea.
"You are the one who said want to join our club didn't you!" Scold Haiqal at Sakura.
"That's enough you two we didn't have to fight over this." Said Haruno calming both of them.
"Okay I think I have an idea." Said Haiqal Having an idea.
"What is it? Ask Haruno.
"How about for today assignment we make a poem."
"A poem?" Said the rest of the member except Momoka.
"Yeup a poem. You can write anything in it such as what you think of yourself or what you think of others that kind of thing that suit the theme."
"And what is the theme?" Ask Haruno curious.
"The theme is about friends."
"Friends!?" Shout Sakura surprised.
"What's wrong you didn't have any friends to write about."
Sakura hearing Haiqal word startled a bit and maybe a little bit off furious.
"I don…"
"Eh, what did you just said I can't hear you clearly?" said Haiqal putting his hand on his ear.
"I said I don't have friend to write about!" Shout Sakura.
Everyone in the club startled except for Haiqal.
"Then maybe you can write it…"
"Didn't I say I don't have a friends to talk about!"
"Are you blind or something aren't all of us here your friends already."
"Or you didn't thought about it at all?"
Sakura hearing those word was taken by shocked her eye wide open.
"So there is no excuse for you not to write the poem." Said Haiqal feeling a bit guilty.
Sakura then look down on the clubroom floor.
"Darling… Your friend is a meanie…" Said Sakura with a soft voice while tugging Haruno shirt.
"Aren't he your friends too?" Said Haruno smiling to Sakura.
Sakura hearing those word only smile a bit and nod her head.
"It is set then today you guys will do the poem at home and we will present it tomorrow." Said the chairman.
"So for today let's wrap it u and go home already.
Everyone in the club goes and pack their stuff. Momoka on the other hand still sit on her chair and think what Haiqal just said.
"We are all your friends huh?"
"You just goes and said something that we agree not to aren't you." Mutter Momoka under her breath. She then pack her stuff and go home.
At home Haruno goes to shower. After he had done shower he goes and eat dinner with his families.
"Thanks for the food."
"Heh, Onii-chan today you eat pretty fast aren't ya."
"Well I have something to do that's why."
"Heee, that's pretty unusual."
"Oh talking about unusual today you came home pretty late what happened?" ask Seiji little sister.
"Well, it was because I'm in a club now."
"Is that so." Said his little sister.
With that Haruno goes straight and went to his room.
"Eh? A club?" 
Seiji after entering his room goes and sit down on his chair. He then start writing the poem.
"What is good for me to write?" 
"The theme is about friends huh?"
"I don't have any friends to write about!" Haruno remember back the thing that Sakura was saying this evening.
"Right now I wonder what is she doing?"
"Does she really can write it or not the poem." Wonder Haruno alone.
__The next day__
Haruno take off from school early this morning. The time he arrive at school Sakura had already wait for him
"Good morning Darling!"
"Good morning Sakura."
"Do you have finish the work that Haiqal given?"
"Of course I have finished it."
"The work that 'meanie' gave me doesn't affect me at all!" Said Sakura proud.
"If that so then I can't wait to hear you read your poem." Haiqal reading a novel book just came out of nowhere and interrupt their conversation.
"You! Just from where did you come from?!" Said Sakura surprised.
"Your real character just get out you know miss".
Said Haiqal still reading his novel book.
"Ah, not good!" Said Sakura try to build back her composure.
"Let's go both of you, the lesson are going to start soon." Said Haiqal walking past them.
"Just what is wrong with that guy?" Question Sakura to herself.
"In my opinion he only worried for you." Said Haruno 
"Ha? Just from where did he worried about me."
"He worried that maybe you didn't find any friends in this school. So he make us join the club and become their friends."
" Because that is how me and him become friend." Continue Haruno.
He then remember back the moment he first met with Haiqal.
At that time I'm only 10 years old. I also didn't have friends at that time but he is the first person to talk to me. At that time I thought him as a very cool guy.

"Alright everyone remember to do your homework and take care of your body." Said the teacher leaving the class.
"Haruno, Lets go to our clubroom." Ask Haiqal to Haruno
"Yeah let's go."
"Sakura too let's go." Haruno call out to Sakura. Haiqal shrug a bit when Haruno call out to Sakura
"I'm coming!" Sakura replied.
With that the three of them take off to their clubroom. Arriving ther Haiqal open the door and see only the chairman is here.
"Eh, are you alone Kaichou did you see Kirihaya-san." Ask Haiqal toward the chairman.
"I just came here myself and I didn't see anybody at all before."
Said the chairman while shaking her head.
"Um Haiqal can I ask you something?"
"What is it Haruno."
"You always call her as Kaichou but what is our chairman real name?" Ask Haruno curious.
"Ah, that's right it a shame to call such a cute girl as her with what you called her." Spoke Sakura.
"Ah, now that you mention it I didn't introduce our chairman properly yet aren't I."
"Well then let me introduce myself." Said the Chairman.
"My name Kotoha Ayumi, I'm in the class 2-1 and this club chairman."
"Class 2-1, that's mean you are in the same age as us?" Ask Sakura surprised.
"Yeah, I have been in this club from a year while Haiqal only here for only a half year."
"Eh. That is so unexpected I thought you were younger than us and been wondering how a young girl could have her own club."
"Well a lot of people tell me that actually." Said Ayumi giving a good vibe.
"S-somehow I felt like protecting this girl." Said Sakura unexpectedly
"I know right Kaichou pretty face that make her look younger make us want to protect her." Said Haiqal admiring Ayumi prettiness.
"If you the one who said that kind of thing make it sound pervert." Said Sakura with a disgusting face.
"Oi!" Shout Haiqal.
And then the door slam open making the other surprised.
"I'm sorry I'm late I have something to be take care of." Said Momoka apologizing.
"Really then what is that 'something'." Ask Sakura
"Do I really need to tell you everything about me?" Ask Momoka intimidating  Sakura.
"Huuuh?!"
*claps* *claps*
The clapping sound got the both of them attention. Haiqal who was clapping his hand to get both of their attention speak out.
"Well now that all of the member have arrive should we start our club activities."
"Yes…" Said everyone.
Haruno looking Haiqal just smile at him. Haiqal give him a smile back. Then all of the member sit down on their chair.
"So who is going to start first?" Ask Haiqal excited.
Everyone turn away their face except for Ayumi. Haiqal looking at the situation just slam his head on his palm.
"if nobody going to go then I will do." Volunteered Ayumi.
"Well then Kaichou let's hear your Poem."
"Friends is a term of who you spending time with
The time 
where you laugh 
where you cry 
and when you happy
That is all a thing that you do with your friends
Without a friends 
we will only be loner"
"That's it from me." Said Ayumi finishing her poem
*claps* *claps*
"Bravo 2x."
"Kaichou poem really touch my heart." Said Haiqal.
"Well then I will go next." Said Haiqal excited
"This is a poem I wrote it myself hope you like it."
"A true friend gives hope
 When we fail
 A true friend gives comfort
 When we sad
 A true friend also gives a place
 When we feel like running from the reality
 A true friend is precious
 So please take care of your friends."
"And with that my poem is done." Said Haiqal satisfied
Everyone clap their hand except Sakura.
"Then next is…"
"Me." Momoka raise her hand to volunteered herself.
"Well then take it over Kirihaya-san."
"Friends?
 What is a friend?
 Is it good or is it bad?
 I don't' know
 But what I know is I don't need them."
"That's it." Finish Momoka
"That's it?!" Everyone shout
"Yeah that's it, What you want more?"
"You hear Kirihaya-san even you are a cold person you shouldn't go away and say you didn't need them its a waste you know not to have friends." Explain Haiqal.
"Hmm, is that so the I will try and think about it." Said Momoka putting a straight face.
"Your face didn't show the same thing as what you said though." Said Haiqal giving up on Momoka.
"Well who will go next."
"I-I will." Said Haruno.
"Let's be friends
 If we become friends
 We can do any of fun thing together
 We can share our story together
 Or even make our own story
 What I want to say is
 Will you be my friend."
"Aaaah, How embarrassing." Said Haruno his face became red.
"Well for a beginner your poem is pretty good? Said Haiqal unconfident with his word.
"You are the other person who his face is telling a different story then what they said." Said Haruno feeling lose
"Ehem, well then I guess the only last one is…"
"Me right." Said Sakura standing from her chair.
"I don't know if you guys gonna like it but I hope you enjoy." Said Sakura while hiding her face with the book.
"Don't worry its going to be alright you know." Said Haruno towards Sakura holding her left hand he also gave her a warm smile.
"Darling."
"Ehem, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting or something but I just want to say we are also here." Interrupted Haiqal.
Both Sakura and Haruno got startled then both of them avert their eye with each other.
"Well then here I goes."
"Everytime I see people laughing with their friends
 I don't know why 
 But my heart felt ache
 Everytime I look at them
 I felt a feeling of jealousy
 Oh I wonder what is this feeling
 Why am I feeling it
 Is it just because I too want to have friends
 That is impossible
 Impossible for a person like me
 But even if that is true
 I still want it
 Friends"
"That's it."
"How was it?" Ask Sakura embarrassed by being look at.
Everyone clap their hands even Momoka.
"You really did a great job there." Said Haruno.
"Darling…"
"Well it is pretty good for a person like you." Said Haiqal.
"Hmph, atleast I have proof that I also can write a poem." Said Sakura proud of herself
"Well then let me ask you a question do you write this poem thinking about yourself or you just write it." Ask Haiqal With a serious face.
"What's with that question?"
"There is no way I'm going to…" Before Sakura finished her word Haiqal interrupted.
"Just answer my question!" Said Haiqal with a serious-tone
The clubroom also became quiet. Sakura having no choice let out her words.
"W-well yeah I think about myself when I wrote this poem."
"A-and I-I really m-mean it." Said Sakura flustered.
"Is that so." Said Haiqal this time his tone change back to normal.
"Just what is wrong with you asking that kind of question?" Ask Sakura furious.
"This is my answer for your stupid question."
"It's not impossible…"
"It's not impossible for what?" Ask Sakura interrupt Haiqal word.
"It's not impossible for a person like you to have friends."
"Eh?" Sakura got confused
"Because as I said yesterday everyone here is already your friends."
"I don't know about Kirihaya-san…"
"And you didn't have to think Haruno as your friend cause he is special."
"Y-you really are…" Said Haruno snap hearing Haiqal saying those word.
"Well actually what I want to say is that we all here are your friends and we all will be here when you needed."
"That's right Sakura-san I will also help you with everything I got." Said Ayumi standing from her seat.
"Everyone Thanks!" Said Sakura somehow tear slowly came out of her eyes.
With that all of them wrap their thing up and go home. Today Haruno is walking home with Sakura.
"So how was it?" Ask Haruno to Sakura
"How was what?"
"The club."
"Oh, its fine even it only fill with weird people but all of them is a nice people." Said Sakura smiling all the way.
"Yeah, you are right even they are weird but they are a good friends."
"Darling too is a good person." Said Sakura under her breath.
"Did you just said something?" Ask Haruno
"Nothing at all."
Sakura then fasten her pace. Haruno is scratching his head wondering what Sakura just said.
"Is it really going to be just fine?" Mutter Haruno alone
"Darling~~ Let's go!" Shout Sakura calling out Haruno name.
"Well I guess its going to be just fine." Again Haruno mutter the words alone.
"I'm coming!" Replied Haruno.

A Story About Amatsuki Haruno Who Got Confessed By A Girl That He Just Met On Her First Day. But Our Main Protagonist Will Need To Go Through Many Challenge To Protect This Love That Make Him Having A Bittersweet Love In His Entire Life

Loram "My Brother"

Jule "My Slav- my friend"

After the 'moving' conversation they want to the school 

The first class that Jule has is English and it's was Jule favorite class Why is simple 

Jule 'Ms.Canli is so hot'😤

Ms.Canli  "Good morning class today's assignment is simple and really fun"

Jule "We are going to sleep 😃?"

Ms. Canli " No we are not"

All class "Buuu"

Ms.Canli "Today's assignment is to create a poem"

Student A "It's has to be from a book or our own?"

Ms. Canli "Your own"

Jule was not really the creative type and much less a poetry so to him this was really tought 

Jule 'Hmmm what kind of poem should I made I can't think of anything good'

System [O woo you can't think about anything so weiiird🤭]

Jule 'Shut up and see how a made a great poem'

System [Yea sure you are going to leave me shocked]

Jule 'So you don't believe ah, than do you want to bet'

System [Sure bring on bicht]

Jule 'If I make a poem that can shock the teacher and I win Than you have to level up all my martial arts to level 10'

System [And if you lose all your martial arts are going back to level 0]

Jule 'Deal'

Since he was at it Jule also bet with Loram and it's a simple bet

Jule "The one with the worse poem has to run nude in the school campus"

Loram "Deal"

See a simple bet, right?

And just like that like that they started writing the poems 

Jule 'Hmm I need inspiration, inspiration agh I can thin of anything'

Jule was empty he couldn't think of anything special but than he remembered 

Jule 'Special? Interesting? Amusing?'

Jule 'Pffff ahah I am really stupid don't I already experience those things myself?'

Jule 'Yea That is right so think about what have you done the people that you had humiliated and how good it felt'

And Jule was Finally inspired 

The poem 

In the hottest day that I ever experienced I was walking with only frien while thinking about myself 

All the time fooling around never thinking about the past 

When we parted ways I passed by the park and what I see make me think
'Damn what a hot girl' while my mouth was wide open

And since that day I started thinking 'To be with such a hot girl I need to be a hot guy'

And I accomplished that goal and now I am that hot guy that girls talk about but it not enough because I want to have more fun.

End

Jule 'I should name this poem 'the rise of the loser' good name, right'

System [Hey host is not fair doesn't matter how I see it this really I going to shock the teacher but in a different way]

Ms. Calin "Okay everybody it's time to turn in your poems"

Ten minutes later 

[All your martial arts skills have level up to 10]

System [Danm it]

Jule "Hahahah"

Jule "Loram show me you poem to see which of us win the bet"

Loram "Ah well you know my poem is a little weird"

Loram poem 

No food, no life

No water, no life 

If there is no happiness there is no life

And the most Important of all

No porn, no life 


Jule 'Thanks god the bet I did with was about the best poem and no the most insane one because I would have lost'

Jule "I win "

Loram "Please Don't made Run naked in the school I bed you "

Jule couldn't see his best friend like that so he gave two simple but difficult options 

Jule "Loram you are my friend so I will give two options 1 If you don't run naked I wouldn't give you my porn collection 2 if you run I will give to you"

See simple options  but really difficult 

Loram "Number 2"

But to some people is really easy to decide and not necessarily the best option 

System [Even I am shocked of how quickly he decided]

Jule 'Bi kidding'

Jule 'Well better stop the joke here even if I am a sadist I don't want my only friend to go to jail'

Jule "Hey Loram you do-"

Before Jule could finish his sentence Loram was already outside without clothes 

Girls "haaaaaaasaaaa a pervert call the police "

Jule "Fuckkkkkk!"

One day our Jule Beltra  founds a S&M Magazine and when he touched the magazine ir disappeared in the next moment  he heared a voice in his head 

[Congratulations you are the new host of the perfect sadist system]

"Ahh!!!! What the??”

Follow the story of Jule and watch how he becomes a all powerful being.... and sadistic man


This is my first novel so please write any comments that can help me thank you

"Brother, you are writing…?"
"This is a poem!"
"You...I mean, what words are these?"
"Calligraphy."
"Your calligraphy...I've never seen this way of writing before. Is this a new type of font?"
When Lu Yuan blew on the ink to dry them, Xu Xiaonian's eyes were wide open as he stared at the words on the paper. He hesitated for a long time before he asked the question.
Lu Yuan's calligraphy was very 'stylish', as chaotic as snakes and dragons. It looked extremely messy.
Xu Xiaonian took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Such a calligraphy style made him feel as though he just saw a ghost. He looked at it for a very long time before he saw the word 'farmer'.
He didn't know why, but at this moment, there were millions of grass mud horses galloping through his heart. In fact, he even began to doubt how Lu Yuan managed to answer the couplet…
"Cough, cough… Actually, I only know how to write nicely using a pen. I'm not that proficient in brush calligraphy...that's why my words are a little slovenly…" Lu Yuan glanced at his own poem, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.
This expression was a little stiff.
"This poem of yours…" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the surroundings and looked at those who were pondering deeply while biting their brushes or scribbling rapidly on their xuan papers. He cast another glance at Lu Yuan who looked completely free from pressure. This caused even more grass mud horses to gallop through Xiaonian's heart...
Although he couldn't tell what the hell Lu Yuan was writing, from Lu Yuan's relaxed expression, he felt that the words were definitely nothing good.
"Cough, cough… Actually, I also don't have much talent and don't really know how to write a poem. Hence, I casually wrote something… Eh, brother are you not going to write one? Why are you looking at me…?" Lu Yuan coughed lightly. He increasingly felt that the words he wrote were truly ugly.
"Ah, right… I've forgotten about myself." Xu Xiaonian was shocked awake by Lu Yuan's words. He hurriedly focused and began to ponder about his own poem.
Lu Yuan pretended to seriously look at his own words, but he was sneakily trying to see the words others had written…
When comparing them, he suddenly felt his confidence being impacted!
Forget it…
He did write out all of it in one go, but the things he wrote out...
What the shit was this?
A ghost doodling?
Could it even be shown?
Lu Yuan opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't even recognize any of this dog-shit stuff…
If he handed up this joke of a poem…
Wouldn't he lose face all the way to his granny's house?
He shook his head. After rolling up the first paper he had written on, he dipped his brush in ink again while secretly copying Xu Xiaonian's way of holding the brush. He rewrote his poem slowly. But when Lu Yuan seriously started to write, he discovered that his speed of writing was very slow. 
When Lu Yuan reached the mid-way mark, there were already people handing up their papers…
He looked at those people before glancing at the words he wrote. He ultimately sighed.
How could one's calligraphy improve in the span of a few minutes?
It was indeed ugly-looking, but at the very least… the words written were clear enough, right?
They were only competing in poetry and not how nice the calligraphy was, correct?
But what if they also took the calligraphy into account?
Should he write another poem then?
The quality of words was not beautiful enough, so should he make up for it in quantity?
(In any case, I did a check and no one wrote these two poems before. Even if I wrote them, no one would know.)
(Mn… Should I be shameless or not? Damn, I can't be so shameless!)
Lu Yuan glanced at the others. He eventually gritted his teeth and decided that he might as well go all-out. He wrote another poem at the blank space of the xuan paper.
(How can I be so shameless after all? I'm a plagiarizer! What a sinful person I am!)
Lu Yuan criticized himself for a long time.
......
"Mn, Dao Yuting's calligraphy looks courageous and strong. Although she is a female, the words she wrote are extremely domineering. This [Busy Farming Season] is also very well written. Good, good… As expected from someone who began studying literature at a young age. I feel that this poem can be rated 8.5 points."
"I feel that although the vigor of strokes in her calligraphy isn't bad and the words rhyme, it lacks 'flavor'. It seems a little too lively and romantic. I don't like the feelings this poem inspires. I suggest 8.4 instead."
"Hmm...i think 8.3 is more appropriate. After all, the poem has lost its 'flavor'."
"Shen Rong's [In the Field] is a modern poem containing the style of the current era. I feel we can give him 8.8 points. The moral of the poem isn't bad."
"Why an 8.8?"
"Haha, poems that can get above 8.8 would be something all of us old fellows approve of. Last year, the poem [Sky] managed to obtain this score. I feel that the modern poetry [In the Field] still lacks something. What do you think, Little Xi?"
"Mn, there are a few flaws in the text. The meaning is okay, but it emphasized too much on feelings… I would give it an 8.7."
"Hehe, you are even stricter than us, old fellows. Haha!"
"Mn? Check out this poem, it isn't bad. But who is the one who wrote it? Was it written by Ma Runzhi?"
"Ma Runzhi? That gifted scholar of Yan University?"
"Yea, this young man is exceptionally talented. His [Farmland]'s had sufficient meaning and concept. I think 8.9 is a fair score."
"8.9? It's quite high, right…?"
"Look."
"Oh, not bad, it's really not bad. I will give it 8.9 too. This poem can be considered an outstanding work. Old Li, are you not compiling poems and literary works from modern eras? I feel that this poem can enter your book."
"I think so too. Let's give it 8.9 then. His calligraphy causes my heart to lighten when I see the words. It's excellent."
.........
After the last person handed up his poem, everyone stared at the judging panel ahead.
They could see the old fellows either discussing with each other, sinking into contemplation, or sighing as they were deeply moved.
All of the contestants were filled with trepidation in their hearts.
To them, the monetary reward was nothing. The valuable thing was the evaluation and admiration of these old fellows.
These old men could be considered the cornerstones of China's literature world. All of them were existences the students looked up to. What was more important was that one of the old men was named Li Guonan, someone who was currently writing a [Poetry Anthology of the Modern Era]. If someone's work could enter his book, it would mean that they would be famous and could posture in the literature circle.
"Brother, do you feel very nervous now?"
"Still okay."
"Eh, then are you looking for something?" Xu Xiaonan cast a strange look at Lu Yuan's hands.
"No…" Lu Yuan drew in a deep breath and placed his hands honestly on the table.
He was searching for cigarettes out of habit. He clearly knew he hadn't purchased any, but he subconsciously made the motion of searching his pockets.
In this situation, not smoking was something lonesome to Lu Yuan.
After all, waiting was lonely.
When Lu Yuan glanced at the direction of the judges, he saw an old man smoking while reading the xuan papers, and Lu Yuan felt a surge of envy in his heart. In fact, he even felt the impulse of heading over to that old man to get a cigarette.
"Brother, you really want it, right?" Xu Xiaonian stared at Lu Yuan.
"How did you know?"
"Naturally, because I also want to!"
"Oh? Can we go up the stage?"
"How can we go up the stage? We can only wait."
"Can what we want wait?"
"Why can't it wait?"
"Will he come over to give us cigarettes?"
"???" Xu Xiaonian, who originally had a face filled with anticipation, almost fell out of his seat when he heard Lu Yuan's words. When he turned his head and looked at Lu Yuan again, his balls were aching. "Give us cigarettes? You...you…"
"Wait, are we talking about the same topic or not?" Lu Yuan felt somewhat innocent.
"I'm hoping that my poem can enter his book...what are you thinking of?"
"I want to get him to spare me a cigarette. My addiction is kicking in…" Lu Yuan coughed softly. He felt an unbearable feeling as though the skin on his face was about to peel off.
"..." Xu Xiaonian instantly felt his vision turning dark.
What the hell!
.........
"These words are really… is there someone among us whose calligraphy is that bad?"
"Lu Yuan? Mn? [Sympathy for Peasants]?
"Two poems? Isn't it too exaggerated? Did he want to use quantity to make up for his ugly calligraphy?
"Hoeing grains in the blaze of noon."
"Eh… Each seed that's sown in spring?"
"What!"
"Bang!"
"This…"
"This is…"
At the venue, the sound of a judge smacking his palms on the table rang out.
Old Li who was smoking suddenly stood up. His eyes widened, and he was overwhelmed with shock!
Note:
悯农 [Sympathy for Peasants]"
This poem can be split into two parts, both were written by a poet named Li Shen from the Tang Dynasty
For those who are keen, you can find the english translation here: 
https://www.trainchinese.com/v2/wordDiscForWebsite.php?rAp=0&wordId=116399&tcLanguage=en 
https://shawnpowrie.com/chinese/min-nong/


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

Ling Tian smiled, ignoring XiMen Qing completely as he said to Qian ShuiRou, "If that’s the case, this little brother will continue the poem from before," as he said that, he tapped the table lightly with his finger and pondered for a moment before reciting,
"The gentle rain and light fog forms a smiling tower,
With a flower-like spirit but yet gentle like the willows.
My silence doesn’t represent heartlessness,
The spring winds represent my desire and rain represents my worries!"
Qian ShuiRou showed a trace of embarrassment as she turned around. A few grunts could then be heard as the eight tall guards burned in anger, looking as though they wanted to rip Ling Tian to shreds. With a chuckle, Ling Tian ignored them completely.
"Good! What a ‘The spring winds represent my desire and rain represent my worries’!" An old scholar stroked his beard and nodded his head. Ling Tian’s gentle poem was greatly to his liking and it was a love poem about love at first sight.
As the six judges compared Ling Tian and XiMen Qing’s poems, they all began to frown. Be it depth or substance, they were extremely similar and each had their own strengths. It was just impossible to place one above the other and a draw was declared.
Ling Tian shook his head with a smile and said with a trace of helplessness, "Ling Tian was only continuing the poem which brother Qian had created a few days ago. The inspiration for this poem is from brother Qian and it has nothing to do with young noble XiMen or this poetry competition. How can such a poem be judged or be rated as a draw? Haha, if some casual nonsense by me can be considered a draw, it is far too much of preferential treatment to me. Haha…"
As Ling Tian said that, the faces of all the judges turned purple on the spot. None of them would have imagined that such a beautiful poem was not Ling Tian’s true talent to deal with the provoking XiMen Qing! If that’s the case, then just how talented was this young noble Ling? Furthermore, this Ling Tian was just too arrogant, actually calling such a beautiful poem nonsense. How was this trying to be humble? This was just complete arrogance!
In the eyes of everyone present, Ling Tian’s previous poem was already considered to be a fantastic piece of work almost good enough to be crowned champion. While XiMen Qing’s poem was far ahead of the other poems, it was slightly inferior as compared to Ling Tian’s poem! For the judges to rule it as a draw, it was already giving the XiMen Family a great deal of face! While XiMen Qing’s poem was outstanding, it was limited and far from being considered the work of a grandmaster. But for Ling Tian’s poem, especially the final two phrases, it was completely able to describe the tender feelings of youth in love. In love but yet unable to say a thing, wishing to confess but yet staying silent from shyness. With just these two phrases alone, it was already enough to be a work passed down for generations to come!
Furthermore, Ling Tian purposefully emphasized on the word ‘draw’ when he was speaking previously, making the faces of the judges turned red. Especially the three judges who were invited by XiMen Qing, naturally showing some biases towards XiMen Qing and greatly supporting both the poems to be ruled as a draw. As for Mister Qing and Meng LiGe, they were obviously on Ling Tian’s side but they still stuck to their principles. If they were to fight the other judges about such an issue, it would only make things ugly! Ling Tian had already won a round, and it wouldn’t do any harm to declare this round as a draw. Besides, XiMen Qing’s farewell poem also had its specialties and thus the both of them did not say anything, silently agreeing to rule this round as a draw.
Furthermore, both Mister Qing and Meng LiGe wanted to see all of Ling Tian’s abilities. If Ling Tian were to win an overwhelming victory at this moment, the both of them were worried that Ling Tian would just give up on the fight later and not reveal any of his talents anymore. With Mister Qin’s understanding of Ling Tian, he knew that Ling Tian was someone who liked to lay low, feigning a pig to eat the tigers. It was entirely possible for Ling Tian to stop revealing his talent at this moment!
At this moment, XiMen Qing was also puzzled in his heart. He was indeed trying hard to regain his reputation to rebuild his prestige. For Ling Tian to give up such a beautiful poem, wasn’t it as good as shooting himself in the foot?
With his own talent, XiMen Qing could naturally tell that Ling Tian’s poem was better than his. Thus, he was extremely nervous that the judges would rule his defeat again, causing him to lose all his reputation! He was greatly relieved the moment that he heard that the judges ruled this round to be a draw.
Now that he heard that Ling Tian wanted to give up this poem, XiMen Qing was completely at ease as he thought to himself, For a single poem to have one or two phrases capable of being passed on for generations, it requires a stroke of inspiration and most scholars would never be able to come out with anything better than that. There were even some scholars who were well-versed in multiple fields and had their fame spread across the world but were never able to come up with such a poem capable of being passed on for generations! Did Ling Tian really think that such a fantastic poem was a worthless scrap that could be found along the sides of a road? Even my own farewell poem was something which required a flash of inspiration and is my best work to date. I don’t believe this Ling Tian will be able to beat me over and over again!
Thinking about this, XiMen Qing snorted coldly, "Young noble Ling is indeed a talented individual and XiMen Qing is in awe! If young noble Ling is able to create another poem worthy of being passed down for generations, I will swear to never play with poetry in my life again!"
Ling Tian laughed and filled up his glass again. Looking at the wine in his glass, he slowly recited emotionlessly, "One who abandons me, the day yesterday cannot be kept; one who troubles me, the day today will be worrisome!"
With just these two phrases, the almost one thousand people in the Smoky Thea Tower were completely silent! XiMen Qing’s face was also completely ashen. With just these two opening phrases, this poem was definitely worthy of being passed on for generations!
Mister Qin and Meng LiGe’s faces gleamed as they looked towards Ling Tian as though they had just obtained a treasure. As they muttered these two phrases to themselves, they felt as though they had just tasted a hundred-year-old fine wine, with the strong aftertaste lingering in their mouth as they reminisced the taste of the wine!
Qian ShuiRou, Xiao YanXue, and the other ladies were completely in shock. They were all experts in this field and were fully capable of discerning good from bad. When they heard what Ling Tian said previously, they also thought that he was being extremely arrogant. But now that they had heard this beautiful opening, they stared at Ling Tian with an incredulous expression! When Ling Tian had casually opened his mouth previously, a beautiful phrase like ‘The spring winds represent my desire and rain represent my worries’ was recited. Who would have imagined that in this short 10 minutes, they would be able to hear another fantastic poem! Just how many people from the ancient times until now will be able to do that?! While Ling Tian’s talent couldn't be said to be unmatched in history and the following generations to come, it was more than enough for him to be crowned the number one talent in this generation!
Ling Tian frowned lightly as he walked out from the door of the Heavenly Moon Chamber as though he was in deep thought. Everyone couldn't help but hold in their breaths, afraid that their soft breathing might interrupt Ling Tian’s thoughts and destroy this historic work. If that happened they would definitely be scholarly sinners for life!
Ling Tian then took a few steps forward and looked up with an unrestrained demeanor like a hermit who was traveling the continent. At this moment, Ling Tian was no longer the number one silkpants, or the young noble of a Great Family. Instead, he was a broad and open-minded scholar, one who could see through all worldly affairs!
At this moment, Ling Tian’s crisp voice sounded, and he actually recited the whole poem in a single breath!
"The flock of geese migrating in autumn, one can enjoy a drink while viewing this scenery.
With the hopes of cruising the skies in flight, desiring to embrace the bright moon in one’s arms.
Just like how severing a stream with a knife increases its flow, drowning one’s sorrows with wine brings more sorrows
One cannot do as he desires in life, waiting for the time he has the freedom to float around in life!"
While the poem was already recited fully, the whole hall remained silent for a long time. Finally, someone began to lightly applaud, waking everyone up from their daze with the whole hall breaking out in thunderous applause!
What a beautiful poem this was! What a poem filled with wisdom! What an unrestrained mood! What a wise poem fully clear about worldly affairs!
What a talent he was! Even calling Ling Tian an outstanding talent wouldn’t be enough to describe one percent of Ling Tian’s talent!
Such a beautiful poem would definitely be passed on for generations to come! Ling Tian’s name would also be passed on with this poem, living on eternally!
As the applause died down, a white-haired old scholar walked forward with his body swaying. Everyone present could recognize this old scholar, he was well-renowned in the scholarly circle and was the publicly acknowledged number one scholar, Rong ZhiYu from Western Han. XiMen Qing was the disciple that he was the proudest of! Who would have thought that he would be present today? Rong ZhiYu had an upright character and was more knowledgeable than others, gaining respect from all scholars in the world! Seeing his teacher coming forward, XiMen Qing quickly went forward to support him.
Letting out a long sigh, Rong ZhiYu shook off XiMen Qing’s support and looked towards the crowd, "We are now in the territory of Sky Bearing and this old man shouldn’t be poking my nose in! However, this old man just cannot help but say something. I need to ask all the scholars in Sky Bearing something!"
Rong ZhiYu pointed at Ling Tian with his frail arms as his fingertip trembled and his voice turned hoarse. It was as though it took all he had to shout out, "Such a talent cannot even be described with the words ‘overflowing talent’ and he is a one in a thousand years genius! How did he become the number one silkpants in all of your eyes?! Are the people of Sky Bearing really that talented?"
"How can all of you even be fit to be called scholars?" Rong ZhiYu shouted, "Before this old man came here, everyone would only be filled with disdain towards the name ‘Ling Tian’. There were even some who told their children that it was better to be someone without talent than become like Ling Tian." Rong ZhiYu began laughing as tears filled his eyes, "This old man was still wondering just how horrible of a character young noble Ling must be! Now that I finally know the truth, it is really completely laughable! Completely lamentable! Completely intolerable! This is a complete destruction of something so beautiful! It is really like the saying, ‘The lack of talent is a virtue, who can be compared to Ling Tian?’ The foolishness of the world can really be seen!"
"Young noble Ling, this old man apologizes for my prejudice towards you before today!" As he said that, Rong ZhiYu gave a bow to Ling Tian. Before Ling Tian could even reply, Rong ZhiYu had already straightened his back and shouted, "Today, this old man will shamelessly give a title to Ling Tian on behalf of the scholars in the world! With young noble Ling’s age and talent, while there may be others like him in the future, he is definitely the first in history! He is definitely capable of being the number one poet in the world! Does anyone have an objection?"


Ever met someone who started cultivating from his mother’s womb? 
He does not care for his image, willing to take all steps necessary to ensure his plans succeed!
Watch Ling Tian, martial arts genius, who crossed from the modern world to the ancient times, bringing with him all his memories from his past self!
A person with high comprehension talent, blessed with the gift of eloquence as well as a burning desire to be the best!
Join us as we follow Ling Tian’s adventures in this new world has appeared in! Watch as he plays with the politics of the court and of the Great Families, and how he finds his allies which will help him to conquer this world!
(Hi all, Chuchutrain here. Our Patreon is officially up and running! Please visit us @ https://www.patreon.com/LegendofLingTian :) Thank you for your support!)

"Grandpa Guo, Duo Duo, you're here!"
Zhao Yiling gracefully walked to Guo Yunzi and greeted him, before she grabbed Duo Duo's hand and smiled at her.
"Yiling is getting more and more beautiful. Where is this guy that you talked about earlier?" Guo Yunzi stroked his beard and smiled.
Zhao Yiling blushed and shyly pointed at Wang Hao, who was not far behind her.
Seeing that, all the men at the party felt that their heart break. Had their goddess really fallen in love with a man who wrote erotic limericks?
"Not bad…" Guo Yunzi laughed and said, "He does look quite handsome. I'm sure that Old Zhao will be very delighted to see him."
"Congratulations on finding your love, Sister Yiling." Duo Duo covered her lips and smiled.
"What are you talking about? He has to pass another two tests if he wants to marry me." Zhao Yiling stomped shyly and tickled Duo Duo.
It's over!
All the men felt hurt. Zhao Yiling, an ice queen, never showed such shyness before. Even a blind person could tell that the ice queen had fallen in love.
"He has passed the test for the poem he offered to you last time!" Duo Duo giggled, holding Zhao Yiling's hand.
Guo Yunzi smiled and read it aloud. "'A lady stood in the north, beautiful and detached. When she turned around, a city and a country fell for her.' It's truly a great poem!"
Every man felt heartbroken again. It was truly hopeless this time. Their goddess had stated that she wanted a man who was good at both martial arts and literature.
She had probably already been captivated by this poem, which praised her gorgeousness, as well as what Wang Hao created just now.
Now, as long as this man showed talent in martial arts, which did not even have to be extraordinary, he would be able to marry their goddess.
"Grandpa Guo, he wrote something else just now." Zhao Yiling blushed but looked very proud. After all, it was an honor for a woman to inspire a poet to create multiple works with her beauty.
"Oh? What is it?" Guo Yunzi grew interested.
"It was only two sentences. He hasn't told me the full poem yet," said Zhao Yiling shyly.
"Kid, why don't you share your full poem?" Guo Yunzi looked at Wang Hao hopefully, looking forward to the birth of a classic poem.
Wang Hao rolled his eyes. The poems he remembered consisted of a lot of references to his previous life; his identity would be exposed if he were to read the full poems.
"Old fart, who are you? Why do you think I should listen to you?" Wang Hao snorted in disdain.
Everybody was dumbfounded to hear that. This guy called Guo Yunzi an old fart? Did he want to get himself killed?
Guo Yunzi was one of the most famous poets in this country. If he was angered, Wang Hao would never be able to make a living as a poet. Some of his followers might even try to kill Wang Hao.
It was definitely not a joke, as poets and scholars were well-respected in the Glorious Sky Federation.
"Are you crazy? Apologize to Grandpa Guo right now!" Greatly shocked, Zhao Yiling glared at Wang Hao.
Guo Yunzi waved his hand and said with a smile, "You seem to be a proud kid who doesn't have much respect for me."
"You have to earn respect from other people instead of begging for it. Explain this poem I wrote earlier and show me how good you are." Wang Hao ignored Zhao Yiling.
"Okay! Let's see what a sophisticated poem you have written." Guo Yunzi grew interested.
Everybody laughed after hearing that, thinking that Wang Hao was overestimating himself by testing Guo Yunzi with a poem.
Xia Weiwei pulled at Le Xuan's arm and whispered, "Why do I feel that Wang Hao is setting a trap again?"
Le Xuan nodded. They had seen it a lot. Every time people thought that Wang Hao would lose for sure, they would fall into Wang Hao's trap.
"In the past, I went boating with a girl. In the spur of the moment, I composed a poem. 'I anchor my boat on the misty river. The sun is setting, but my sorrow is still fresh. The sky is lowered by the spaciousness of the wild, and the moon is particularly close in the clear river.'" Wang Hao raised his head, as if he were recalling a lovely incident from the past.
"You went boating with a girl?" Zhao Yiling turned cold. She had done a simple investigation on Wang Hao's identity and knew that this Jade-Faced Dragon loved sleeping with knowledgeable girls, but it was still an insult to her that he talked about his history so blatantly.
"What a great poem!" Guo Yunzi praised again and said, "The poem describes the natural view quite well. I think the sorrow in the poem is actually nostalgia."
"Nonsense. Who's nostalgic?" Wang Hao said in disdain, before he continued cockily, "Like I said, I was boating with a girl. The mist on the river was very enjoyable, and since it was getting late, we did something we both loved after the sunset. The poem describes that we felt so great when we were doing it that we almost flew to the moon."
Everybody fell silent. Was this really another erotic poem?
Well, it was an erotic poem without erotic words. Only a real shameless man would have created it!
Le Xuan felt like tearing Wang Hao apart alive as Wang Hao was using her identity. It meant that her name as a lustful poet would spread throughout the Glorious Sky Federation after the party.
After they rescued Qiu Lei and returned to the Universal Federation, she would be known as a girl who wrote erotic poems. Could she ever go shopping again?


Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…

what is the poem all about novel

What is poem

Poems out of life

I’m Really a Superstar

I Am A Prodigy

Not A Cultivator

My Bittersweet High School Love

The perfect sadist system

I Really Didn't Want to Be Famous

Legend of Ling Tian

Universe's Ultimate BOSS

People search what is the poem all about also like: