#Hall crabapple

[himekokosu]

Malus halliana

[fudeen]

accidentally added red.

[fudeen-note]

accidentally added red.

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hall crabapple- accidentally added red to the white powder

　　　　Translated the Haiku made by YOSA Buson

　

海棠や白粉に紅をあやまてる 　　　　　　　　　　　与謝 蕪村

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

------------------------ 　玄宗皇帝が，ほろ酔い機嫌で寝ていた楊貴妃を起しに行ったところ，まだ眠そうな顔をした楊貴妃が現れた。 　それを見た玄宗皇帝は，「海棠（かいどう）の眠り未（いま）だ足らず」と言った。 　蕪村の眼に映った花海棠は、中国の故事を彷彿とさせたのでしょう。 　そんな印象を僅かながらでも写し撮るべく 1 EV の差で 5 枚現像して、high dynamic range image として仕上げました。

　

　

　

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☆ Location & Target ------------------------ ○ location : 四ツ谷界隈 ○ target : 花海棠 ------------------------

[japanese-plants]

Hall Crabapple and Canary by Keinen Imao (1845-1924), included in Keinen Kacho Gafu (Picture Album of Flowers and Birds by Keinen) published in 1891-2

[chinesehanfu]

[Hanfu · 漢服]Chinese immortal Hanfu <西王母/Queen Mother of the West> Based On Yuan Dynasty Taoist Temple Mural<永乐宫/Yongle Palace>

【Historical Artifacts Reference 】:

▶ China Yuan Dynasty Taoist Temple 永乐宫/Yongle Palace Mural

<西王母/Queen Mother of the West>

The Queen Mother of the West, known by various local names, is a mother goddess in Chinese religion and mythology, also worshipped in neighbouring Asian countries, and attested from ancient times.

The first mentions of the Queen Mother date back to the oracle bone inscriptions of the Shang dynasty (1766 – 1122 BCE). One inscription reads:

Crack-making on day IX (9th day), we divined. If we make offering to the eastern mother and the western mother, there will be approval.

Western Mother refers to an archaic divinity residing in the west. The exact nature of the Mother divinities in the Shang dynasty is unclear, but they were seen as powerful forces deserving of ritual by the people of the Shang dynasty. Originally, from the earliest known depictions of her in accounts like the Classic of Mountains and Seas during the Zhou dynasty, she was a ferocious goddess of death with the teeth of a tiger, who rules over wild beasts and sends down heavenly punishments such as pestilences. She was also mentioned as an authority ruling over other divinities such as Jiutian Xuannü, a goddess of war and sex. Other stories hold that she is a mountain goddess or a divine tigress. She is also popularly thought to have blessed the Eight Immortals with their supernatural abilities.

After her integration into the Taoist pantheon, she gradually took on associations with other aspects, such as immortality, as well.

The Queen Mother of the West is most often depicted holding court within her palace on the mythological Mount Kunlun, usually supposed to be in western China (a modern Mount Kunlun is named after this). Her palace is believed to be a perfect and complete paradise, where it was used as a meeting place for the deities and a cosmic pillar where communications between deities and humans were possible.At her palace she was surrounded by a female retinue of prominent goddesses and spiritual attendants. One of her symbols is the Big Dipper.

Although not definite there are many beliefs that her garden had a special orchard of longevity peaches which would ripen once every three thousand years,others believe though that her court on Mount Kunlun was nearby to the orchard of the Peaches of Immortality. No matter where the peaches were located, the Queen Mother of the West is widely known for serving peaches to her guests, which would then make them immortal. She normally wears a distinctive headdress with the Peaches of Immortality suspended from it.

Flourishing parasols, we reach the chronograms' extremity; Riding on the mist, I wander to Lofty Whirlwind Peak. The Lady of the Supreme Primordial descends through jade interior doors; The Queen Mother opens her Blue-gem Palace. Celestial people—What a Crowd! A lofty meeting inside the Cyan Audience Hall. Arrayed Attendants perform Cloud Songs; Realized intonations fill the Grand Empty Space. Every thousand years, her purple crabapple ripens; Every four kalpas, her numinous melon produces abundantly. This music differs from that at the feast in the wilderness— So convivial, and certainly infinite.— Wu Yun (Complete Tang Poems 1967, line 4942)

One of the earliest written references to the Queen Mother comes from the writings of the Taoist writer Zhuangzi (c. 4th century BCE):

The Queen Mother of the West obtained it [the Dao]... ...and took up her seat at Shao kuang. No one knows her beginning; no one knows her end.

Zhuangzi describes the Queen Mother as one of the highest of the deities, meaning she had gained immortality and celestial powers. Zhuangzi also states that Xiwangmu is seated upon a spiritual western mountain range, suggesting she is connected to not only the heavens, but also to the west.

Legendary encounters

In Tu Kuang-ting's text, he includes narrative accounts of the Queen Mother's encounters with legendary Chinese heroes. One such account narrates an encounter between the Queen Mother and Laozi (Lord Lao):

"In the 25th year of King Chao of the Chou dynasty (1028 BCE) …" "…Lord Lao and the realized person Yin Hsi went traveling…" "…on their behalf, the Queen Mother of the West explicated the Scripture of Constant Purity and Quiet."

In this account, the Queen Mother plays the role of Laozi's superior and is credited with the ultimate authorship of the Dao De Jing. This dichotomy of the Queen Mother as the superior is a characteristic of Shangqing Taoism, a goddess worshiping sect of Taoism of which Tu Kuang-ting was a master. There is also an account of a meeting between the Queen Mother and Laozi in Tang poetry.[18] This account however, being of traditional Taoist thought, has the Queen Mother taking an inferior role to Laozi, calling him "Primordial Lord" (the title of his highest manifestation) and pays homage to the sage.

<China Han Dynasty stone-relief showing 西王母/Queen Mother of the West from Sichuan,China>

<China Wei and Jin Dynasties Mural showing 西王母/Queen Mother of the West>

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📸Photography post-production :@小何力

👗Hanfu & 👑Crown：@雁鸿Aimee

💄 Makeup：百丽 （临溪摄影）

👭Model：@清音音音音

🔗 Weibo:https://weibo.com/1648616372/O2R5bpBud

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[crow-stars]

❝WET CLOTHES, WET HAIR, WARM SMILES❞

❦summary; just because it's raining outside doesn't mean you can't have fun. it only makes it better when there's a friend joining in too. ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, epel felmier ✎word count; 847 ❀what do the ghosts say?; platonic, playing in the rain, epel gets in trouble, just having a grand old time ☛the author's notes; tomorrow is a rest day! so nothing will be posted on that day. actually have a rest day every 7 (or 8 i think it is??) days, so the next ones will be on the 16th & 24th! ☪look at the catalogue?

It was raining again today. It was the third day in a row.  Epel sighed as he stared out the window, lips formed in an almost pout. His cheek pressed against the cool glass, perhaps the only good thing out of this incessant downpour. Epel loved the rain, always loved jumping around in puddles and playing in the mud since he was a kid, but he couldn’t do that now, not under the watchful gaze of Vil. 

Epel sighs again. He feels like he’ll begin to lose air from how much he’s sighing. 

“Monsieur Crabapple, why are you so sad?” Rook came up next to Epel suddenly, that all knowing smile on his lips that unnerved pretty much everyone. “Could it be the rain that has brought upon such a dreary look upon your delicate features?” 

Epel groaned and rolled his eyes, pushing away from the window and towards one of the couches in the lounge. If there was one thing that Epel was glad for, it was how soft the couches in Pomefiore were. He could hear Rook move over to Epel’s side, the hunter’s hands lightly poking at the freshman’s side. 

“Will ya stop that?! I ain’t in the mood for this...” Epel groaned out, slapping Rook’s hand away before plopping his face back into the cushions. Having Rook bother him on top of the despair of not being able to go out into the rain and have fun only made Epel’s mood sour. Thankfully, Rook’s footsteps leave Epel alone in the lounge and he’s left to his self wallowing.

After a few minutes of lamenting to himself, he heard his phone ring in his pocket. Epel lifted his chin as he turned on the device, seeing that he received a message. From you specifically. 

Do you wanna go play in the rain? 

A second message came in after that. 

I can sneak you out ;D

Epel sat up, eyebrows raising in interest. He took a look at the clock. Vil wouldn’t be coming back to the dorm for a while. A grin came over his lips and he practically jumped to get his raincoat, putting it on over his dorm uniform and rushing outside the dorm. Epel could already feel the rain droplets on his head the moment he steps out, the air pleasantly cool on his skin. 

He meets you in the hall of mirrors, also wearing a raincoat of your own. You were smiling almost as widely as Epel was, taking his hand and racing outside together. The first drops of water against Epel’s face felt like heaven, cold and fresh and better than staying inside his dorm. The two of you were running around in the rain soaked school grounds, jumping in whatever puddles the two of you happened across. 

Epel’s suddenly hand suddenly left your as he slipped on a puddle, yelping in surprise as the impact of his fall causes a large splash around the two of you. The feeling of water permeates through Epel’s coat, the droplets of water soaking his dorm uniform uncomfortably. Some of it even wets his hair, making the pale purple locks stick to Epel’s skin in a way he didn’t wish. Before he could even begin cursing out his frustrations, you laughed, a big, loud boisterous laugh that got Epel giggling as well. 

Epel manages to stand with your aid, letting the hood of his coat fall off his head. It made the rain begin to drench Epel’s hair, yet he didn’t mind, how could he when you both were enjoying the feeling of the rain against your skins. 

The cold shivers that Epel felt did nothing to put a damper on his fun, chest filled with glee that never diminished as the two of you frolicked and played in the rain as if you were children again. 

Your play continued all the way up until Rook and Vil interrupted it, Rook holding an umbrella over Vil’s head while he wore a raincoat. By that time, Epel looked absolutely messy, mud smeared on his cheeks, wet hair sticking to his forehead, dorm uniform muddied and dripping with rainwater. 

Vil was like an angry mother as he approached Epel, delicate fingers taking Epel’s ear and pinching it. Epel yelped and rubbed at his ear to soothe it. “Look at you,  you’re so messy. And your uniform─” Vil heaves a disappointed sigh and pinches his nose with his free hand, shifting his hand to grab Epel by the back of his uniform. “Come on. I’m taking you back to the dorm. Rolling around in the mud...”  

Epel protested as Vil dragged him back to the dorm, only managing to wave goodbye to you as he was swiftly taken away. Rook also waved goodbye to you, leaving with a pleasant smile. 

Epel was ‘grounded’ by Vil, forbidding him from going outside and playing in the rain ever again. It left Epel sulking about it, but it was only to be expected with how badly he messed up his uniform. 

But hey, at least he had fun.

[afewproblems]

For the angst prompts ;

"You look like hell." "I feel like it."

Famous Eddie showing up on Steve’s doorstep years after Eddie left

Oooo love this idea, thank you very much for sending it Nonny! I hope you enjoy!

***

"So, he's back in town," Robin says instead of a greeting into the receiver, a leading lilt in her voice.

Steve sighs and knocks his head into the wall beside the mounted hand set, "yeah".

She hums, the sound crackles over the line like static in Steve's ear.

"You want me to come over?" Robin asks carefully, as though dismantling a bomb, picking through what to say as gently as she can, hoping it's right.

And Steve hates it.

He hates that even after all these years, Eddie Munson can get right under his skin like this.

It should have ended back in '88, when Eddie had left them all behind to 'make it big'.

Or at least, that's what the note had said.

The one in hastily scribbled blue ink, dropped on the cold and empty side of the bed that Eddie had left. Steve had awoken alone, with only the note and the smell of weed and cigarettes and sex on his sheets.

He had tried calling the trailer, only for Wayne to pick up and explain that Eddie had been planning this for weeks, 'didn't Ed tell you?'

Eddie had left for New York along with Gareth, Jeff, and Grant, bound for city lights and a better music scene.

No, Eddie hadn't told him, but Steve didn't say that. How could he?

Instead, he thanked Wayne, his voice hoarse, and hummed something close to a yes when Wayne asked if Steve would make sure to drop by when he had time, the Pacers season had started after all.

"Steve?"

Robin's voice breezes through the phone again, jolting him back to the present.

"Sorry Birdy," he sighs, shaking the last memories of the Munson's from his mind, "don't worry about me, really".

She scoffs and Steve can almost picture the way she's certainly rolling her eyes, "I always worry about you Dingus, that's what I'm here for".

"I know".

They talk for a little longer, speculating on how much longer Clinton will last in office now that the truth has come out and which of them would host the finale of Seinfeld --'it deserves a special night Steve, we are taping it, getting as many snacks as we can, and indulging in some good old misanthropic comedy'.

He tells her goodnight after another half hour, and insists that he'll be okay.

And he will, of course he will.

It's been ten years since Eddie Munson set foot in Hawkins, and there was absolutely no reason for them to run into one another.

Well, sure, he still kept in touch with Wayne over the years --how could he not when the old man seemed to pull excuses to see him out of thin air.

Robin had always cautioned Steve on his continued relationship with Wayne, questioning why he insisted on maintaining contact with Steve.

But it was nice to have someone to watch the game with over a beer, the occasional barbecue in the summer and hell, Steve had even celebrated a Thanksgiving or two or three with Wayne Munson.

With Steve cutting off his own parents years back, it was nice to feel like he had still had someone looking out for him.

And really, there was no reason for Eddie and Steve to run into one another.

Steve would be fine.

***

It's almost a week after his call with Robin that the doorbell rings and Steve's world comes to a stop.

He's putting away the small grocery trip, and to call it that was a bit ridiculous considering the snack to fruit ratio, but Robin had been very specific about their Seinfeld watch party slated for the coming weekend.

Steve opens the fridge door to pop the milk in, tossing a, "coming!" over his shoulder as the bell rings a second time.

Steve hopes it isn't his neighbor again as he makes his way to the front hall of his small home. It would be her third time angrily telling him that the tree in his backyard had shed even more crabapples over the fence and into her yard.

And considering their postage stamp lots, where else was the poor tree going to do it?

"Look Mrs. Patterson," he says wearily as he flips on the porch light and opens the front door, "I'm going to do something about the branches this weekend--"

But it isn't Mrs. Patterson standing on his front porch.

It's Eddie Munson.

Steve blinks, feeling as though part of himself has been wrenched from his own body to watch from above. His palms are sweaty all of a sudden and there's a tightness in his chest that grips his lungs, he can't breathe.

Eddie tries for a half wave and a smile, but the effect is lost as Steve continues to stand in shocked silence.

He's thin; Eddie had always been on the lanky side but his shoulders were still broad and he was strong enough to lug his band equipment around. He's almost gaunt now, with deep set bags under his brown eyes. His curly hair hangs somewhat limp over his shoulders and he reeks of stale cigarettes.

But it's undeniably Eddie Munson standing at his front door.

There are so many questions, and Steve wants nothing more than to demand answers if he can manage to get the words out without yelling.

What are you doing here? Why are you here now? How did you know where I live?

How could you leave like that?

"You look like hell," Steve says instead, his grip tightens on the door frame as Eddie drops his head in a nod.

"I feel it".

His voice is slightly deeper, more gravely in tone now than it was ten years back.

But perhaps that's what screaming into a microphone and partying in New York for ten years will get you.

"How did you know where I live?" Steve asks after another beat of strained silence.

"Uh, Wayne, I ask him about you a lot and about half the time he'll give me an answer when he's not calling me a dumbass and telling me to call you myself".

"Wayne has been telling you about me" Steve says faintly, feeling as though he might be sick on Eddie's shoes.

Wayne, someone that Steve had been looking up to, getting advice from, and spending so much time with, had been doing so just for Eddie.

All this time.

Robin had been right to tell him to be careful.

"Leave," Steve whispers suddenly, making Eddie step back in surprise, "I don't want to see you, either of you, again".

"Wha--no, Steve, wait!"

But the door is already closing, slammed against Eddie's hands that knock and knock, pleading with him to open the door, to just hear him out.

But how can he?

It wasn't just Eddie showing up after all these years, but on top of that, everything that he thought he had with Wayne had all been some ploy to help his nephew keep tabs on him.

He'd let himself be hurt again, by another fucking Munson, one he thought he could trust.

Steve locks the door and flips off the porch light, uncaring of the muffled curse from the other side of the wood.

He doesn't want to hear what Eddie has to say, after all, Eddie hadn't cared enough to stick around all those years ago.

Why should Steve?

[ponett]

Do you have a favorite season of Adventure Time?

I'm not sure I really tend to think about the individual seasons so much as I think of different eras of the show. I guess if I had to pick off the top of my head I might pick season 7 because it has Stakes and Hall of Egress

A lot of my favorite one-off episodes are in seasons 5 and 6 (Simon & Marcy, Puhoy, Time Sandwich, Red Starved, James II, Food Chain, Thanks for the Crabapples Giuseppe, Everything's Jake, Jake the Brick, Dentist, etc.), and I also love the way those seasons start to expand out the worldbuilding, exploring Ooo's past and future. But those seasons could do so much because they're long as hell and comprise a third of the entire show, so I don't know if it's fair to compare them to the seasons that are half that length or shorter lol

[allkordelia]

Keep Me in Your Thoughts (34)

When we finally decided to show ourseleves the welcoming celebration was moved from the throne room to godswood, my arm was loop through meleah's arm as I leaned on her while she guided me to godswood. I don't know what has gotten into me, I had so much energy earlier now all I feel is tired and sluggish and big. This reminds me of something what I can't put my finger on what, maybe it's the stress getting to me, yeah, once I finish here and get back home I will feel like myself again.

Only the Red Keep and the people who stay in it can only be the reason to make me feel like absolute shit for no reason, I sigh to myself.

"Where's my pomegranate." I ask turning to look at meleah making the girl sigh herself.

"I told you, my queen. They are still looking for one," My frown deepen as we walk down the halls.

"Gods, I hate this place." I mutter, how can they not have pomegranates, they are one of the most imported fruit in westeros and they're still looking. Pigs. All of them. This place thinks about nothing but themseleves....

The moment we made it outside, I stirr meleah to the table filled of food. I unhook my arm from her as I look at the various of finger foods to eat, as I think about what I should eat first the rumble in my stomach made me realize it didn't matter. So, I took the crabapple tart from the platter and pop one in my mouth, my lashes flatter in delight at the bittersweet taste before moving to grab a plate and start pulling sweets and others onto my plate.

"My lady must you get so much," I pause and look at her before looking down at my plate that sat a separation of sweets and tidbits before glancing back at her with a frown.

"Gods, no wonder I'm getting fat, I'm stress eating." I groan moving to abandon the plate on the table, but meleah stop me from doing so as she took the plate from me.

"No, I didn't mean it like..." she sigh, "You look fine, my queen. Here." I shook my head as she tries to hand it back to me making my hands out in front of me.

"It's okay, nope. I'm fine. I'm not hungry anymore," I lied as I glance at the food and back meleah, she gave me a pleading look making me turn my head away.

"Fine." She said defeated, "Why don't I hold on to it, and if you get hungry again you can take a sweet or a tidbit off the plate, so people can think we are sharing and not all of it is yours." I bite my cheek and glance at her.

"You will do that for me?" I ask a bit uncertain, why am I feeling unsure, of course meleah do that for me she's my friend, "Thanks, Mel." She gave me purse smile as she bow her head at me.

I swipe a pork with bread around and quickly putting it in my mouth, gods that's nasty, even through I hate this place with a passion their food are always amazing. I cover my mouth as I chewed making me glance around at the lords and ladies, I look away from the people distracted by a bird in the weirwood tree. I move away from meleah to go near the tree trying to see the bird, I stand under the creepy face tree looking at the long branches that look to stretch out forever. As I move around the tree to stand behind it  I finally found the bird perched on a branch, it red feathers blended in with the blood-red leaves.

"What are you looking at?" I narrow my eyes at the bird as the person behind m3 ask.

"A bird."

"A bird?" He repeated making I hum.

"Yes, a bird. A Summer Tanager to be exact," It was his turn to hum.

"I don't see it." I lean back so my back can be touching his chest a bit before I move to point up in the tree.

"It's right...there on  that scrawny branch between those two larges ones." I felt him move closer so the front of his body was flash against my back and his chin hover over my right shoulder.

"Do you see it, my prince." His hands went to my waist gently squeezing them.

"Yes, my queen." I turn my head just as daemon did the same, a broad smile painted his lips as he gaze at me.

He squeeze my waist again before leaning towards my lips, before he can get a kiss outta me. I look away from him and move out of his hold  to lean against the tree, daemon look at me with amuse look before moving to lean against the tree too parallel from me.

"A fun fact about birds is that some are said to be smarter than humans," I said looking up as the bird flit to another branch making it shake and some leaves fall off.

"Are they now." I nod as I look at the bird flit again over to another branch, "I never knew you found birds interesting." I look at him.

"I don't. I just like reading about them, my favorite bird is the shrikes." Daemon raised his brow.

"Why? Because their cute and small." I chuckle as I move close to daemon making him smirk at me, as my hand brush against his hand making him grab it.

"That's one of the reasons," he press his lips to my palm making something in me spark and make me bite my bottom lip.

"What's the other." He ask moving my hand to rest against his cheek, my thumb caressed his cheek making him lean into my hand.

"Mostly because of their nickname, butcher birds, they got their names from impaling their prey on thorns or sharp branches to eat and store for later." I said as I slide my hand from his touch making him look at me with a bemused look, "Just because something is small and cute, my dear. Doesn't mean it can't kill you, daemon."

He face came close to my own, I could feel and smell his breathe from how close he was. It made you want to close the gap and kiss him already.

"I love it when you threaten me, my queen." A deep purr from him caused my mind to go foggy, it was the same sound he will make when he was on top of you. My core squeezed around nothing at the thought of him, gods how you want him inside of you.

"Not...threatening, my love. Just educating." I purr leaning closer to him.

He made it hard for me to think clearly. I could tell he felt the same way as his eyes hasn't stop peaking down at my swollen breast in this dress, I watch as his tongue poke out wetting his lips before our eyes made contact. His light purple eyes were now cloudy dark lilac as he stare at me, I look at his hand feeling it on my waist as he squeezes me before moving to slide behind me to grope my backside. As he kneaded my ass all I can think about is how all the time we laid in bed together. Those slender fingers were the ones that brought me to a mind-boggling orgamic bliss so many times, and how his soft lips would kiss along my thigh until he mouth on me. Gods how you want to feel him inside you again.

"...daemon," I whispered making him hum, "kiss me." He move his hand to the back of my neck bringing me onto a heated kiss.

I moan softly against him as he pull me flash against him, I could feel his tent poking me as I rub myself against casuing to let out a small whimper. His lips move from my lips to my neck as he kiss and suck along the my collarbone, as i allow him to push my back against the tree, the sudden sounds of people around us made me remember where we were at. I move to pull his mouth from my body before pecking him on the lips, before he could pull me in for another deep kiss. I move away from his hold and made my way from behind the tree.

I look over my shoulder with a smile to see him watching with lovesick grin as he comes from around the tree, when his name was called by a familiar female voice. I turn my eyes away and made way through the people who started to leave back inside to find Meleah.

@beggarsnotchoosey @cleverzonkwombatsludge @avidreader73 @green-lxght @spderm4nnnn @supermassiveblackhope @watercolorskyy @stargaryenx

[moononmyfloor]

Hi Producer (正好遇见你) Infodump

Disclaimer: I have no idea about the accuracy of the information shared in the drama, I'm merely transcribing for future reference purposes. Proceed with caution!

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Ep 32-33: Ming-Style Carpentry and Landscaping

Canglang Pavillion and Ke Yuan

Known for the unique landscaping art, before you enter the garden of Canglang Pavilion there is a pond surrounding the garden. Inside it, rocks are the main element of the scenery. You'll be greeted by a hill. Pavilion is right on top of it. At the foot of the hill is a pond. The body of water is connected to the mountain with a winding corridor. Southeast of the fake mountain is Mingdao Hall. It's the main building of the garden. In 2000, the UNESCO listed it as a world heritage site.

Keyuan garden isn't very big. It's only 0.741 acres. But it has a long and rich history. The characteristics of Keyuan can be described with five lines, which are, "An azure pond in the middle, a spacious construction, a full-circle corridor, a bright and clear view, a tranquil and vast yard."

Landscaping art boasts so many details. The buildings, rocks, plants, and ponds that form the scenery come from nature and transcend nature. It's an extraordinary fusion of picturesque scenery and craftsmanship. This goes perfectly with the saying, "The garden owner's disposition is represented and told by the well-arranged landscape."

In spring, you can appreciate the blooming crabapple. On a summer day, you can enjoy the coolness under a pipa tree. On autumn nights, you can hear raindrops hitting the banana leaves. And in winter, you can enjoy the warmth of a fire while admiring the plum blossoms. It's such a serene and relaxing life.

Ming era Furniture and Carpentry

The unearthed cultural relics in Wang Xijue's tomb from the late Ming Dynasty, such as garments, jewelry, accessories, embroidery, furniture used as funeral objects, and items used in daily life not only reflect the advanced level of craftsmanship and technology at that time but also shed light on the political, economic and cultural conditions of that period.

When the powerful official Yan Shifan's property was confiscated, a total of 657 beds made of marble, mother-of-pearl inlay, and colored lacquer were collected, along with 7,444 items of chairs, cabinets, and tables. This shows officials and the rich at the time preferred using Ming-style furniture as a symbol of great wealth.

The scholars sought a refined and simplified living environment that was skillfully natural in its arrangement. A miniature Ming-style furniture set discovered in the joint tomb of Wang Xijue, a Senior Grand Secretary, and his wife. These things are so tiny and delicate. Chinese in ancient times thought of death as another life. After the passing, replicas of items used in life were buried as funeral objects. When Wang Xijue's tomb was unearthed, this set of miniature funeral objects was placed on his coffin. There is a hanger, a wooden basin, and an alcove bed. There is a stand for the basin and so many kitchen wares. You can find almost anything you need in real life.

The palaces in Hengdian World Studio are one-to-one replicas, but they aren't made with traditional mortise and tenon joints.

Suzhou Museum recreated a Ming-style study based on the literature "Chang Wu Zhi".

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Tanyangzi and the Alcove Bed

She's a legendary young woman from Ming Dynasty, whose proposed future husband died and the in-laws demanded that she live the rest of her life in seclusion as a widow. Then she apparently cultivated Taoism and ascended at mere age of 23, which resulted in an entire niche religion of people worshipping her.

It's a very interesting story for sure, when you consider how Ming Dynasty was the most restrictive towards women and how this girl stood her ground and found her salvation in her own way. History says that Tanyangzi's death might have been from a hunger strike or poisoning from an elixir. But in the "Miscellaneous Morsels from Zaolin", Tan Qian wrote Madam Zhu was able to marry her daughter to a scholar from Shaoxing with a hefty dowry. And she claimed that her daughter had ascended in daylight.

It's irrelevant if she truly attained immortality or played a trick to get the society forcing their norms on her off of her back. Either way, you go Gui'er!!

I tried looking up sources in English but could only find some old articles by some Western universities, I think you can get a better summary by even just machine translating the Baidu Baike page which is linked below.

Hi Producer narrates this story by incorporating her mother's unconditional love and support into it and provides a "realistic explanation".

The alcove bed is a type of large bed that came into being in the late Ming Dynasty. It is also known as the eight-step bed and the platform bed. The alcove bed came in two styles. The colonnade style and the enclosed colonnade style. A small "room" is built on top of a four-post bed with three low panels to form a cloister-like structure. A shallow colonnade of about two to three chi is installed at the front of the bed, with a footrest in the centre. The left and right sides are used to place small cabinets, tables, stools, and even dressing tables. It is a clever and intricate design. The hardwood alcove bed requires a lot of materials and manual labor. It is a luxurious and exquisite piece of furniture. It was popular in the Jiangnan area during the Ming and Qing dynasties. Many wealthy families in the area would have such a bed made for their daughters the moment they were born to be included as part of their dowry, taking years to complete. To have a piece of furniture encompass parental love is also a unique way the Chinese show love.

The segment is timestamped below immeadietely followed by the Documentary part:

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Ignited by My Love for You

Rookvil angst

Rook dies in this au (so sorry)

Part 1= The huntsman

Like a puff of smoke, like morning dew evaporating. Hello and goodbye. It was summer when we first met, the tangerine sun hung high above, it’s fragments of light penetrated through the clouds. The mirror hall bustling with freshmen and prefects. Hood above my blonde hair, I scanned the room, admiring the beauty within the chaos. Then there was you, you among everyone else stood out. Purple locks draped on your lean shoulders, students circled around you, as if they were worshipping a god. But who was I to judge, as I also would have worshipped you as well. 

My beady emerald eyes locked with your purple ones. “Schoenheit, Vil Schoenheit. Remember my name.” The way you announced your name still echoed through my ears till my last breath. It was like the main character in a movie, announcing their name. Wait, no. It was. You were the main character in my story, and I was the background character, ready to fade away anytime. “Rook Hunt, at your service, mon Seigneur.” From the other side of the hall my voice pierced through the clamour. I would have never known you would have heard me, but you did. 

At first you ignored me, and I ignored you. Even so you kept pulling my attention back to you. From that day forward I was always by your side. Not knowing how it happened, or whether fate planned this. Yet I was grateful to be able to admire your beauty, all your beauty. I couldn’t say the same for you, unfortunately. To you, I was just another one of those pests, another one of those fans who simply don’t understand personal space. But to me you were like a queen and I was your huntsman. 

Then came the day I was to proclaim my love to you. On the same day you would have the crown bestowed upon your head, the day you become a housewarden. We were back in the mirror hall, where we first met. The Dire standing upon the stage, leaning on the lecter placed before him. The students were yet again gathered in the same hall, but this time to witness your coronation. Dire Crowley announced your name. “Vil Schoenheit.” Your purple robes flutter behind you as your gaunt body slowly raised up beside the Dire, step by step. I held my breath as you were about to let out your grand speech. “Rook hunt…” You announced, my breath still lost, my eyes narrowed towards you. Your amethyst ones locking with mine. “My vice house warden will be Rook Hunt.” My queen repeats himself again. That night we celebrated with joy, as you had finally reciprocated my love. 

And now here comes this spring. The day we depart from each other. The day I could no longer hold your hand. You stood in front of Neige, Roi de Neige. In your delicate hands you held a bottle of crystal apple juice, made by our very own Monsieur Crabapple. But no, this bottle was different. It was cursed with your envy. I sprinted through the coliseum halls, looking for you, knowing your true intentions. As much as I loved you, I simply could not let it happen. I can’t let you tarnish your reputation. After all, the consequences for a sinful queen is beheading. I can’t allow the wild beast within you to bring your sin upon this innocent lamb. 

 The bottle of juice was already in Neige’s hand. I yelled, “Neige…let me drink this apple juice, I am very thirsty.” With the cheerful smile of an angel, the boy surrendered the bottle to me, staring at me intently. My nimble fingers twisted and turned the cap and unscrewed it off. I brought the bottle closer to my slightly chapped lips. Right before my queen’s envy had sealed my fate, a colleague of mine, Kalim. Had come rushing forth, like a raging bull running towards the matador. Knocking the untouched bottle of juice to shatter upon the ground, the once crystal mouth watering juice was bubbling, corroding the marble floors of the coliseum. 

In a fit of rage, the final drops of ink blotted your magic pen’s crystal. The purple tint had faded away. This time you had come to end Neige as the evil queen herself, and not Vil Schoenheit. I knew how you felt deep inside, I knew why you had let the beast within take over. You thought to an extent that no matter how much you tried, to everyone else you could never be number one. Neige would always beat you. But to me, you would always be number one. You didn’t need to always beat Neige to be number one. If only you could understand that. 

Your garments changed when the ink clouded your mind. Your once neatly worn costume was now changed into dark purple robes, woven with agony. Your head was no longer adorned with the golden glistening tiara. Instead, sitting above your brow was a thorny circlet, beneath it was a black foggy veil that shrouded your golden locks and purple highlights. The poisonous mist you emitted froze everyone in place. Though Jamil had already attempted to pull me out of the hell I was drowning in. I could not just leave you there alone. I can’t leave my precious queen to rot alone in the swallows of envy. The delicate threads of my heartstrings could not bare to see you fall into cruel destiny’s palms. 

I was a fool. I hadn’t realised that saving you would mean sacrificing me. But if this is what my queen needed I would give it all. If the world was willing to make you cry, my sunshine. Please, my queen, don’t you worry, don’t you tarnish your beauty and just smile for me.  The toxic gas spilled into my lungs, obstructing my nasal path. I tried my best to save you, my queen. But all I could do was reach out, reach out for your face. For the last fragment of beauty I wish to admire was my hand cupping your face. Even if that would be my last move before my body grows cold, I’d sacrifice it all to save you. 

I’m sorry Vil. I tried. It isn’t your fault, you didn’t choose to be possessed by envy. Don’t worry, though my wings may take me far and wide, we’ll sing under the same sky. So let us toast to the time we had together, a glass to the joys of us, a glass to the bittersweet ending. 

Though I’ll miss you so deeply, I’ll patiently wait. For another life, for another time. I know that you’ll find me. In another life we’ll meet again, our story may have gone cold in this life, but you will find an eternally flickering light of my love still burning in the cold. I promise you, we’ll defy our place in fate. I’ll walk these desolate roads until we are no longer apart. After all our hearts are binded with the ropes of love, until we meet again my queen, Roi du Poison. I bid you adieu. Thank you, I’m sorry. And goodbye.

[philgennuso]

Spring Blossoms Town Hall (#NatureWednesday #Haiku)

Crabapple Blossoms Cornwall NY photo by Phil Gennuso Arts pink crabapple blossoms town halldreamy new york morningthe beauty of spring is everywhere

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accidentally added red.

　

hall crabapple- accidentally added red to the white powder

　　　　Translated the Haiku made by YOSA Buson

　

海棠や白粉に紅をあやまてる 　　　　　　　　　　　与謝 蕪村

　

　

　

shooting data & explanatory notes はこちら (click here) archive はこちら (click here)

[chryzure-archive]

what are chrysi/jacks/azures fave fruit….if THEY were a fruit what would they be… any animal pictures that are just SO them? are there any constellations that u think fit them? what is the ideal chrysijacks date vs ideal chryzure date?

chrysi’s favorite fruit is cherry… or strawberry :) azure’s favorite fruit pomegranate ???? and jacks’s is obvi apples <3

if they WERE fruits, i think chrysi would probably b a strawberry + azure would be honeydew + jacks seems like he’d be a crabapple specifically . sour and unsatisfying. i want jacks dead 🥰

this is my own kitty, but this picture makes me think of azure:

being annoying and interested in books <33

i saw this image yesterday and i’ve not been able to stop thinking abt it… chrysi forcing jacks to do ANYTHINGN

she doesn’t want to get cold and wet frm the snow :)

aaand this is how chrysi shows her affection to jacks versus to azure <333

i actually don’t know much abt constellations, so i looked them up + YHERES A GIRAFFE ONE?????? when were you guys going to tell me!!! *assigns it to jacks as a laugh*

ohh, i think columba, the dove would b a good chrysi constellation.. idk i jst thought of her when i saw it :)

and corona borealis for azure <33 for the constellation thing :)

the ideal chrysijacks date is that jacks is left dead in a ditch while chrysi gets to read a book at home 🖤 okay but actually, it’s definitely them hanging out in jacks’s study after they escape the gambling hall downstairs.. they’re both sitting on the ground and playing with cards or reading or something… they’re jst hanging out <3 preferably with little beverages, which is fun when they try to sneak downstairs for it even though they don’t need to be sneaking at all. the love in the mundane and all that..

(jacks thinks his ideal date is going to a ball w chrysi and getting her all dressed up, but actually they end up sneaking away from that party too…. he jst likes one on one time and he doesn’t realize it, i don’t think… anyway, they’re in the hedge maze and having fun!!!)

chryzure ideal date is going to a bookstore then a museum then a coffee shop and jst chatting the entire time!! they like discussing art and books. i think chrysi should also take him to a record store because he would have fun there!!

[japanese-plants]

Kutani tea and bowl with hall crabapple blossom design 九谷焼 「花海棠」

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