__WaterFox__ 631 Share Posted July 6, 2023 (edited) Proverbs, Poems, and Songs of Yong Ping By Chen Grimhildr The Li-ren were a peoples hailing from a peninsula known as Ai Zhou that was ruled by the tyrannical and corrupt Li dynasty. The move from Ai-zhou was a slow process with great families such as Li, Chen, and Tianrui sending over individual members to find places to settle. These initial endeavors lead to a home being found within The Sovereign State of Talon’s Grotto, later known as Talon’s port. The Li-ren would find troubles with political strife disrupting the landscape of Arcas and a great massacre even afflicting their peoples, but they would persist and go on to create Yong Ping. The great state of Yong Ping existed for approximately 70 years and produced a great wealth of art whether it was Li-ren or Oyashiman in origin. In the year SA 76 a great tsunami entirely wiped out the settlement with very few survivors. In the modern era the Li-ren family, Chen, has established themselves in Balian while the Oyashiman survivors of Yong Ping went on to found their own city. The literary works of Yong Ping up till now have been passed around from one private collection to another, woefully hidden from the world. This book is only a selection of those works as more are being rediscovered and translated everyday. If one has literarature or artifacts from Yong Ping then the author heavily encourages you to contact them so the history may be preserved. Proverbs All proverbs below are traditional to the Li-ren peoples and are understood to be sourced from an oral tradition that extends much further back than written records. These proverbs were all sourced from documents created by Chen Yunya and are typically attributed to her. 不作不死. (Bù zuò bù sǐ. 'Not do not die.') If you don't do stupid things you won't end up in tragedy. — 塞翁失马，焉知非福。 (Sài Wēng shī mǎ, yān zhī fēi fú. 'Sai Weng [legendary old man's name] lost horse, how know not blessing'.) Blessings come in disguise. — 小洞不补，大洞吃苦。 (Xiǎodòng bù bǔ, dàdòng chī kǔ.'small hole not mend; big hole eat hardship') If small holes aren't fixed, then big holes will bring hardship. — 水满则溢。 (Shuǐmǎn zé yì. 'water full but overflows') Water flows in only to flow out. — 三尺，非一日之寒。 Bīngdòng sān chǐ, fēi yīrì zhī hán. "It takes more than one cold day for a river to freeze a meter deep." — 吃得苦中苦，方为人上人。 Chī dé kǔzhōngkǔ, fāng wéi rénshàngrén. Enduring deepening pain is how man ascends Poems Cherry Blossom completely falls before the steps under the moon By Chen Yunya Cherry Blossom completely falls before the steps under the moon, on an ivory-decorated bed, worrying, she leans on an incense burner. Distant like last year, today, the regret is the same. Her two knots of hair in disarray, clouds withering, her tears wet her red vest. Where does she feel the bitterness of yearning? In a drunken dream behind the screen window. Haikus of Arún Dharas Ebonheart Cast adrift in thought. The realm in which they observe, Deeming me malign. “Eyes” Year 45, SA. — A child’s twilight- His soul was drawn asunder. The lacuna calls. “The Void” Year 45, SA. — Unhallowed I am. Yet my laments draw no ears. A Daemon, they say. “Lamentations” Year 45, SA. — Il adri’iyat, Ael’ata asul hiuwe. Ame'ito narne. “Asul’athri” Year 45, SA — A Nightingale perched, Enshaded in umbral hues, Humming in delight “The Nightingale” Year 11, SA. — In a world of dreams- And in the world of waking. Then at last, we stir “Noumena” Year 20, SA. — Darkness Eternal His countenance is mournful- Vulmir was his name “Vulmir” Year 41, SA. — Silent was the night Palar fangs, and the embrace Then he was no more “The Creature” One Final Shot By Atsuki Waythe -=~+~=- In the night, an arrow flies. It's target unknown an unwanted surprise. For whatever is struck, shall face an agonizing demise. The arrow drawn by hate and released by deceit, has hit its mark. The body, falling at the archer's feet. The blood spills out, the tears, they roll. The unspoken words now beginning to unfold. The words brought solace, tears to the murderer's eyes, now regretting their arrow, that had been released by lies. Alas, not enough was said, and now there was no time. The two now departed, death closing the other's eyes. Let this be a lesson to all those in wait, for you do not know, the mysterious path of fate. Had the words been spoken sooner, The two would not have been caught, within the webs of misunderstanding, that provoked one final shot. Songs The Ordinary Road recorded by Chen Yunya To those who wander on the road Ready to go? (via via) Those who’re fragile, those who’re proud I used to be part of your crowd You who are uncertain or bold Where do you go? (via via) Secretive and mysterious Are you still listening to us? I’ve walked across the mountains and seas, and in crowds beyond all these I thought I once had everything but it faded in the breeze I’ve been frustrated, hopeless, wondering where I should be ‘Til I realized the clue was in the ordinary While you are still there wondering Of coming things, via via Will life get better or will things Get worse; as time keeps on rolling Will life improve or will life bring Even more pain as we’re changing? I have once ruined everything, hoping that would set me free Into the darkness I would then sink, couldn’t stop me from falling I copied everybody; lost my identity Longing and despairing, just being ordinary Time to go, we all know, even if you got more You must go, walk this road, even if you are poor Time to go, and it don’t matter even before If this road, you must go on even if…. And so time flies past, just like that Tomorrow’s here, imagine that Breezes blowing; we’re still going We’re listening now to your story Song of River City by Chen Yunya 年生死两茫茫，不思量，自难忘。 千里孤坟，无处话凄凉。 纵使相逢应不识，尘满面，鬓如霜。 夜来幽梦忽还乡，小轩窗，正梳妆。 相顾无言，惟有泪千行。 料得年年肠断处，明月夜，短松冈。 Ten years, dead and living dim and draw apart. I don't try to remember, But forgetting is hard. Lonely grave a thousand miles off, Cold thoughts, where can I talk them out? Even if we met, you wouldn't know me, Dust on my face, Hair like frost. In a dream last night suddenly I was home. By the window of the little room, You were combing your hair and making up. You turned and looked, not speaking, only lines of tears coursing down. Year after year will it break my heart? The moonlit grave, The stubby pines. Roll San-Sui Roll recorded by Chen Yunya Twas late 23 at the old dragon wall She was commissioned to haul the black tar And built the San-Sui Ren there on the bar Roll, San-Sui, Roll For when the Pingers they closed the Red Sea And call came on high from the powers that be To build a royal monster right down on the key Roll, San-Sui, Roll, me boys Roll, San-Sui, Roll Carpathia, Vengeance, Huajiao call She was the tanker to out-size them all From the banks of Yong Ping to the port of Varhelm Roll, San-Sui, Roll And fair beauties threw a bottle of tea And watch as the goats set down in the Tyne What lay ahead could no mortal divine Roll, San-Sui, Roll, me boys Roll, San-Sui, Roll And it's one for the hot sun above Two for the nation we love And it's three for the fire that burns down below Roll on San-Sui Roll, San-Sui, Roll And it's one for the hot sun above Two for the nation we love And it's three for the fire that burns down below Roll on San-Sui Roll, San-Sui, Roll So come all ya good workmen, beware the command That comes down on high from the desk of a man Who's never held Jian or torch in his hands Roll, San-Sui, Roll For atop a wild breaker, the cracks in her frame Spilled her black guts all across the wild plain And she limped away through an ocean of flame Roll, San-Sui, roll, me boys Roll, San-Sui, Roll And it's one for the hot sun above Two for the nation we love And it's three for the fire that burns down below Roll on San-Sui Roll, San-Sui, Roll Edited July 6, 2023 by __WaterFox__ 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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