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One Piece: Moon of Madness

海贼:癫狂之月

by Stray Cat Bug (流浪猫猫虫)

Status
Completed
Length
702k Words
Subgenre
Fan Fiction
Updated
2y ago
Source
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The 2D Xuesen

The waves delight in miles of snow; the peach blossoms, without a word, form a springtime row. A jug of wine, a fishing pole: how many can be as carefree as I?

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Hard to Find a Home

I shield my face from the sun with my sleeve, Too weary with spring's cares to dress. Priceless treasures are easy to find; A man with a true heart is rare. On the pillow, hidden tears fall; Among the flowers, sorrow breaks my heart. Since I can behold Song Yu myself, Why should I resent Wang Chang?

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The Wilderness Is Vast, the Land Is Firm

Alone, I climb the western tower in silence. The moon is like a hook. In the lonely courtyard, parasol trees lock autumn away. I cannot sever it, and my thoughts are in turmoil: this is the sorrow of parting. It is a feeling unlike any other, lingering in my heart.

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A Gentle Melody

The cicadas’ wail is chilling. At dusk, by the long pavilion, a sudden shower has just passed. We drink in our tents outside the capital, but our hearts are not in it. As we linger, the orchid boat urges us to depart. We clasp hands and gaze through tears, choked into silence. I think of the journey ahead: a thousand miles of misty waves, twilight clouds stretching over the vast southern sky.

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Recommending books that are perfect for reading after a meal, cheerful and uplifting stories to brighten every day.

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The Book-Loving Island Girl

The parasol trees have shed all their leaves in the courtyard, while hibiscus blooms line the waterside. I understand the poet's feelings, for they are just like mine. Frost-touched leaves fall from the branches and drift to me, inviting me to write a poem in red.

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The Lonely Dreamweaver

Illness has left my frail body bent, my gauze cap hanging loose; a lonely minister, I wander thousands of miles along the riverbank. Though my station is humble, I dare not forget my country's troubles; when all is settled, I must wait until my coffin is closed. May the spirits of heaven and earth protect our ancestral shrines; the elders of the capital await the emperor's return.

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Top-Tier Reading List

The waves delight in snow that stretches a thousand miles; the peach blossoms say nothing, yet bloom in spring. A pot of wine, a fishing rod: how many can be as carefree as I?

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I hide from the sun behind my sleeves, and sorrow makes me too weary to dress for spring. Priceless treasure is easy to find; a devoted man is hard to come by. I secretly shed tears upon my pillow, and grieve among the flowers. I can admire Song Yu for myself, so why resent Wang Chang?

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Lan Zhonglou Loves Reading

The poplar blossoms fall, the cuckoo cries; I hear you’ve gone beyond Five Streams to Longbiao. I send my aching heart with the bright moon, to follow you west to Yelang.

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A Reading List for the Rest of My Life

In silence, I climb the western tower alone. The moon is a hook. In the deep courtyard, lonely parasol trees confine the clear autumn.

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Heaven and earth are an inn for all things; time is a passing traveler through the ages.

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A Mix of Different Styles

I move my boat to a misty shoal and moor there; at dusk, a traveler's sorrow wells up anew. The wilderness stretches wide, the sky hangs low over the trees; the river is clear, and the moon seems close to me.

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The Song of the Orioles in That Lifetime

I let my youthful boldness loose, though I am old: a yellow hound on my left, a falcon on my right, brocade cap and sable coat, a thousand riders sweeping across the level hills.

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When the Tea Grows Cold, So Does Love

In the southeast lies a land of splendid scenery, the heart of the Three Wu regions, with Qiantang renowned for its prosperity since ancient times. Willow-lined banks and painted bridges, green curtains hanging in breeze-swept windows, and homes stretching in every direction, a hundred thousand in all. Trees cloud the banks and sandbars; raging tides roll in like frost and snow, along a boundless natural moat. The markets overflow with pearls and gems, the households with fine silks, each vying

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A Book Lover's Recommendations for You

At the foot of Mount Luofu, spring lasts through all four seasons; loquats and waxberries ripen one after another. I eat three hundred lychees a day, and would gladly stay in Lingnan forever.

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Grateful for Life's Hardships

The lotus blossoms have fallen, and the sky merges with the water; at dusk, dark waves rise. A pair of swallows fly away, their wings brushing the cold clouds; alone, I lean on the railing at the east side of my little tower. In this fleeting life, I should simply grow old over wine, while snow blankets the roads of Chang'an. Old friend, when will you climb the high terrace and send me a plum blossom, a branch of spring from south of the Yangtze?

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Books Amid Layers of Mist and Rain

I roll up the pearl curtain and hook it on the jade clasp; as before, spring's sorrow locks the many-storied tower. Who owns the blossoms falling in the wind? My thoughts drift on and on. The bluebird brings no message from beyond the clouds; lilacs only knot themselves in vain, like sorrow in the rain. I look back: the green waves of the Three Chu regions flow beneath the evening sky, stretching to the horizon.

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The Heterodox Way and the Buddhist School

The autumn wind rises, and white clouds fly; the grass and trees turn yellow and fall, and the wild geese fly south. Orchids bloom, chrysanthemums are fragrant; I think of my beloved and cannot forget. I sail in a grand boat across the Fen River, cutting through the current and raising white waves. Flutes and drums sound, oarsmen sing; joy reaches its height, yet sorrow fills the heart. How brief are youth and strength; what can one do about growing old?

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The Xuanyuan Myth

One stretch of mountain road, one stretch of river; I journey toward the far side of Yuguan, where a thousand tents glow with lamplight deep into the night. One watch of wind, one watch of snow; the noise shatters my homesick dreams. My old home knows no sounds like these.

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Barbarians Transforming the Xia

Reeds fill the islet; cold sand borders the shallow stream. After twenty years, I pass South Tower again. Beneath the willows, I tie up my boat, but it is not yet steady. How many days can it be before Mid-Autumn comes again? The Yellow Crane's rocky headland is deserted. Is my old friend still alive? The old landscape is unchanged, yet everywhere it stirs new sorrow. I would buy osmanthus blossoms and take them along with wine, but it would never be like those youthful days of wandering.

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