#sanqu

[ochoislas]

TOQUE VESPERTINO EN EL TEMPLO NUBLADO (SOBRE EL AIRE SHOUYANG)

Sobre el prístino templo se cierne sutil bruma; a la tarde enmudecen las preces a Buda. El viento trae de poniente toque tras toque de campana… ¿cómo van a impartir la calma al viejo monje?

Ma Zhiyuan

di-versión©ochoislas

*

壽陽曲·煙寺晚鐘

寒煙細　古寺清　近黃昏禮佛人靜 順西風晚鐘三四聲　怎生教老僧禪定

馬致遠

[crazed-cat]

i need to share these two with the monster hunter community

these are my felyne/palico ocs!!! Sanque and Rumu!!! (i think it’s quite obvious on what their colors and looks are based off of)

yes Rumu has a bald patch on their stomach and across their face to their ears, it’s a genetic mutation that causes the baldness (i made that up)

planning to make mouthwash a ref like this sometime

[microraptorreactor]

hey did you know that if you play boss music in a music box it changes the tone of the song completely?

Unrelated here's a cover of Tenebra Rosso Sanque that is totally normal :)

I loved that scene in Ultrakill where V1 and Sisiphus had a picnic in a nice field of flowers :)

[stumpyjoepete]

Another Brendan O'Kane piece:

Wang Heqing (late 13th c.) - On a Small Long-Haired Dog This misbegotten little thing Is nowhere to be found in the Shan-hai jing. Ball of fur? Malevolent sprite? Or dust-mop with a nasty bite?

[ririchiw]

ur so cute, hope you recover :)

sanqu, dear!!

[leahsfiction]

Elegy, Mt. Mang Tombs

(to the tune of "Sheep on the Hillside")

Zhang Yanghao

a sharp gust of wailing on the wind old grievances buried under lonesome mist tomb markings so worn they must be hard to make out.

is this a lord from the Han, or a subject from the Jin? the wind and clouds' merry-making have worn them all away they've all become dust at the feet of Mt. Mang.

if this is a lord, he won't reply; if this is a subject, he won't reply.

山坡羊·北邙山怀古

张养浩

悲风成阵， 荒烟埋恨， 碑铭残缺应难认。 知他是汉朝君，晋朝臣? 把风云庆会消磨尽， 都做北邙山下尘。 便是君，也唤不应； 便是臣，也唤不应！

--

happy gushiwensday monday morning! (at least where i am)

this is an interesting departure from the Tang regulated verse we've been doing a whole stretch of! this is a Yuan-dynasty qu (song) poem, set to a specific piece of music. this particular one by Zhang Yanghao is part of a cycle of poems to the same tune on different historical sites the poet visited, the most famous of which is "Meditation on the Past at Tong Pass".

the structure of the ending couplet grabbed me immediately and made me want to do one of these poems - the "tight antithetic structure" as Xinda Lian puts it. though i'm still thinking whether i'd assess the tone to be "sententious certainty, tinged with resignation".

Xinda Lian, "Qu Poetry: Song Poems (Sanqu) of the Yuan Dynasty", How to Read Chinese Poetry: A Guided Anthology (Columbia University Press)

[bellascarousel]

Heh. Such a simple prompt word. But, it just so happens to be in one of the most powerful scenes of my book. So, here's a bit from Sanque Collina, where Adam has just found out that there are apparently things going on in this city that not even the most powerful Time Mage to have ever existed can see coming.

He just stared at her. This was completely surreal. But then, he shook his head. She was right about one thing. He needed to finish this — or start it. “I really am sorry.” And then he pulled her to him and bit. It had been a long time since he had drained someone dry. He had forgotten what it was like. He had forgotten about that moment, at the very end, when survival instinct overrode the effects of his venom. Not that it mattered. She would have been no match for him at her strongest. In those final moments before her death, she wouldn’t have had the strength to shoo off a fly. And then it was done. He got out of the car, then went around to the passenger side to pull her body out. He laid her in the ditch, and artfully arranged her limbs to make her look like she had been tossed there. And then he pulled out the second illusion stone and bit his wrist, dripping two drops of blood onto it before laying it on her body. Nobody would find her until after sunset the next night. As he got back into his car and drove away, he pulled his phone out and called Andros. “It’s done.” He didn’t bother to tell him the rest. What would even be the point? Esther had said they would have no more answers for him. And he was increasingly convinced that she knew more than they did about it. One line in particular kept running through his head, though. “You have no idea how big this really is.” Bigger than literally the fate of the world? Just what was going on, here?

Daily Sip 1/11

You can reblog this post.

You can make your own post.

You reblog someone else's snip!

Just tag it sipofsnips so everyone can find each other. ^.-

[relatetonothing]

[Chinese poetry tag] 《天净沙·秋思》 Autumn Thoughts by 马致远 Ma Zhiyuan (Yuan Dynasty)

Autumn is a well known motif in Chinese literature. Many Chinese literati in ancient times write about their melancholy feelings in late autumn, hence the season is often associated with a sombre, introspective mood. Today we’ll explore a famous 散曲 sanqu, a lyrical style type of poetry by renowned poet and playwright Ma Zhiyuan.

Original:

枯藤老树昏鸦，

小桥流水人家，

古道西风瘦马。

夕阳西下，

断肠人在天涯。

Translation:

Over old trees wreathed with withered vines fly evening crows;

Under a small bridge near a cottage a stream flows;

On an ancient road in the westerly wind a lean horse goes.

Westward declines the sun;

Faraway wanderer is the heartbroken one.

Analysis:

In 28 characters, Ma paints a bleak and desolate picture of a wanderer without a home to return to. Six keywords sets the scene like Matisse’s minimalist sketches: 枯，老，昏，古，西，瘦 - withered, old, dim, ancient, west and lean. West is a Chinese symbol often depicting parting, decline and enlightenment (as the sun sets westward). Here, westerly wind refers to the autumn wind, emphasising the melancholy mood.

The second line portrays an almost picturesque and peaceful scene, however overlaying the ancient road, westerly wind and lean horse of the third line suggests that the wanderer has walked endlessly, perhaps through the change of seasons, never settling and only turning back to observe the small joys of settlers and lamenting on his own lack of belonging.

The magic comes from the final sentence 断肠人在天涯 - the literal translation is “people with cut bowels wander at the ends of the earth”. The strong, explicit imagery describes the deep sorrow and pain of wanderers without a place they can call home.

Reflections

This poem came into my mind recently due to the #StopAsianHate campaign and general anti-Asian sentiment amidst the pandemic. It got me thinking about our identity and belonging. Many Asians who are born or brought up as immigrants are often told to go back to their own countries - however they may have never been to the country of their roots, may not speak the language of their parents and grandparents and may not even be familiar with the culture and traditions. Where is home for them? The experience of mixed race Asians is also unfortunate, with the constant mentality of ‘us against them’ and not feeling like they belong to either sides.

It got me thinking about Asians who escaped their home countries due to war, conflict and exile, having no choice but to live in a foreign land as an ethnic minority and bring up their children to fit into a system that never wanted to welcome them. And it honestly tugs at my heartstrings when I think of the helplessness and sadness our community had faced and continues to face. I feel like this poem, though 800 years old, is still very much relevant today.

[vhsorifice]

[19dicembre1994]

Ci sono persone che possono amarsi anche

se non decideranno mai di stare insieme, o

semplicemente senza mai dirselo perché un

tacito accordo li lega: ci sono, ci sei, ma non

saremo.

Accade!

E questi legami sono talmente forti che fanno

da ponte o da spinta quando uno dei due è in

difficoltà.

E poi ci si racconta senza vergogna, senza

pudori, senza pregiudizi perché l'uno è legato

all'altro da qualcosa che non ha nome, né

tempo, solo magia.

Ci sono persone che insieme sarebbero due

gocce di sanque che scorrono nella stessa

vena, ma che non si possono avere: solo

desiderare.

Che scatenano una fame d'amore e una

voglia di darsi davvero assurda. Sarebbe

meglio staccare, ma non ce la fanno... si

rendono conto che non possono perdersi.

E allora la loro assenza è presenza, costante!

Nei silenzi si fanno sentire, addosso!

Si allontanano ma non vanno via, dimorano!

Restano anche se non rimangono.

Dentro!

Emma Lamberti

[ochoislas]

TORNA UNA VELA A LA RIBA LEJANA (SOBRE EL AIRE SHOUYANG)

A la puesta del sol, las banderolas quietas; quedan por arribar quizá dos o tres botes. Aroman flores caídas en un chamizo mojado; pescaderos del puente roto se desbandan.

Ma Zhiyuan

di-versión©ochoislas

*

壽陽曲·遠浦帆歸

夕陽下　酒旆閒　兩三航未曾着岸 落花水香茅舍晚　斷橋頭賣魚人散

馬致遠

[444names]

dark, high and wood elves names from warhammer

Aeannarin Aenath Aereon Aerilgal Aethan Aethaune Aethinne Aethodan Aethulac Aethulur Aewhyn Akolkal Aktrondr Alaca Alidil Allil Alsara Aluss Ambah Amira Anadrath Anaess Anionna Aphast Aramerack Arildrise Arion Aroghene Artharm Artodia Asmil Asmir Atrin Autarnh Authuirn Avalidl Avarros Avethyre Azaam Azrian Azubaes Baeth Bahir Balas Balion Barich Bariet Bathion Bel-edil Belaras Beldran Belis Bella Bellack Bellicun Beloneth Belosh Belrinya Belzus Bethan Bethon Bethos Bethoshal Betudth Bocco Borigand Caglan Cagrelis Cagrenlus Cairil Cammakar Caria Caryl-han Cathalon Cattar Cehon Cehralos Cekar Cektirin Cessag Ciolanahn Cirain Cirakas Ciriamy Corgull Corienyur Cylec Cylrellon Cythalinh Cythir Cythoh Cythus Daeranth Daesakath Dahull Dalan Damon Danac Darandar Dartothin Daruvarn Del-eill Delenoc Della Delorna Denya Desaathos Dharl Dhinoegh Dhion Dolis Dorathais Dorvalle Dydian Edramrius El'sathin El-aeri El-leeval Elith Elleng Ellitria Elnah Elriban Elrondyin Elvele Epol-ne Eramriel Erlothios Evash Exarth Extarlus Eylekhon Fel-lena Felleerra Fellidio Felna Felrel Feonus Ferogh Feylsydil Fhinig Fhirian Fhisriel Fiandhal Fure' Fures Furline Fydick Fynne Galis Ganigilos Gemalgo Gharan Greth Gwenna Gylion Hakhon Halayzal Halilion Haniarion Hannaji Harsis Hasllion Haukir Haunnis Hextan Hones Honura Hovas Hurdan Ianas Ichira Illan Ilorl Inarindra Ingmirth Inian Inisa Iottarelh Irumaran Iscal Istair Izellan Jadadamir Jadyalon Jadyinmar Jaylath Jaylitraa Jindron Jirath Jolia Jorahiona Jorios Karco Kaudei Kerene Kerowana Keyadarin Keylan Keylresam Khagil Khui-ei Kittarin Kjedick Kleech Kleele' Kolasllin Kolkey Korac Korethio Korishel Kovan Kovand Kovok Krosh Kurdara Kurus Kuzual Kuzus Kyr-kirth Laishena Larsabion Laun'kar Laydhus Liamone Litralas Lizelzu Lon-bar Loresauth Lorheel Lorielgin Lorona Luirifec Maernh Maeth Maghash Maglayan Malak Manadyala Manrio Marathon Marco Marieldar Maril Marsia Maulan Mehend Mehendoth Mehriodan Men-bala Menyal Merath Meris Mitralan Mlecaiss Mlentai Mokorl Moranar Moresulan Morhion Morhircio Moriarril Morille Morin Morio Moriolre Morion Morna Morvel'sa Nadre Nelienn Nesar Nochmur Nohha Noltraxes Nondra Olgornon Olkai Olresa Omaellain Omaliais Orakkak Orarhale Orgudth Orriel Orvela Osythak Polath Polaydila Polizean Polka Prellin Preonus R'maggin R'man R'mar R'maud Rakornio Rathal Rather Rathon Reabele' Renishen Renya Resseth Rhalmith Rhalria Rhasa Rhastrac Rianon Ribalan Ringmon Rithine Roros Rotta Ruman Saath Saathai Sabren Sabreskar Sadaet Sadus Sadyin Sagla Sagrena Sajin Sakar Salaydrei Samrinion Samris Sanass Sanlu Sanquing Sarath Sautar Scuolilon Sel-am Selos Selron Sendr Seron Seros Serzhia Setha Sharel Shektiris Sinendr Sinquinn Sishalar Sissell Smiel-en Sokeyllen Sol-ens Solgaran Solsa Stirei Stran Sulares Sullen Sullilon Tainra Talgan Talyn Tamma Taniss Taorath Taras Tarield Tarielen Tarielion Tarimziya Tarnures Tarolen Tefaydir Teherzhin Tel-en Tellil Tenna Tesin Thaglan Thane Thara Thedrien Thion Thola Thrathan Tiferlis Tilaf Tireth Toribaria Tothlen Tothosh Tudekhul Tulthon Urdrillil Valmit Varain Varinh Varion Veghus Veldr Vella Vellalmir Vellecar Venael Venilan Verghuing Vergyn Veron Vilos Vokes Vol-len Volynna Waesh Wenig Weran Wernahn Weros Weskar Wirath Ya-quist Yavitren Yelane Yellion Yenlu Yenoegais Yenyadra Yorhish Yorvendel Yr-kir Yrerth Yrovok Yrthas Yrthenon Yshai Yssas Zaliana Zamar Zelnaelna Zolas Zolendoth Zolfana Zolgudek Zorhana

[fofis-zack-blog]

Alguém me ajude Estou rastejando em minha pele. As vezes tenho vontade de desistir Mas eu simplesmente não posso. Não está no meu sanque

[petal-boi]

Sanqu @mrsrainnot for tagging me (ʀᴜʟᴇs:ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ questions ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀɢ ₂₀ ʙʟᴏɢs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.) -nickname:

-star sign: Aries! -height: 5'8? -last thing I googled: Naruto…(i wanted to see if older him was wearing a jump suit or pants and a jacket) -fave music artist: ..brendon urie -song stuck in my head: Fly me to the moon -last movie I watched: I watched all the narnia movies -what are you wearing right now: Shorts and a comphy hoodie -when did you create your blog: Not sure all i know is its been awile -what kind of stuff do I post: Stuff i find funny or stuff i find cute -do you have any other blogs: Nyaaughty stuff :3 -why did you choose your URL: Not sure really i used caperclop once and it kinda stuck :p -gender: Male -Hogwarts house: Honestly i have no idea -Pokemon team: I have too many babys to choose from(but id definitely pick sylveon aka mavis) -fave colour: Pastel pink! -average hours of sleep: Erm..like..anywhere from 2 to 16.. -lucky number: Dont think i have one -fave characters: Definitely lady maria(just look at my icon), rory mercury, solaire, …i was gunna add more but ive completely gone blank so meh -how many blankets do you sleep with: 1 plus a sheet -dream job: Honestly i have no clue. I just like need to finish school then like idk ill figure shit out eventually :’)

People i wanna tag arree: @thetasteofcheesecake @gayerthanatwodollarbill @firebugz @sanrxo @thisispartofaurl

[ingred-moreira]

-Sabia que eu te amo até a lua🌙

Ownt🥰

Sabe por que?

-Porque?

Poorque o coração ❤ bombeia 7570 litros de sanque por dia, o que é equivalente a quantidade* de gasolina necessária para a percorrer a 1286 distância desde de a terra até a lua. 🌙

-Por isso que quando eu disse "te amo daqui

até a lua" eu quero dizer que te amo a cada batida do meu coração. ❤❤❤🥰

[go360photo]

lederwaren.wegeler GABS Farbenfroher Rucksack aus der Kollektion der Italienischen Firma Gabs in Leder Modell Carola TG in der Farbe Multi/Ruga/Black Sanque G00340T2X0887C4030 *( 215€ )* *Die Angabe des Preises garantiert nicht, dass der Artikel nach der...