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Yuwen Chengdu is the son of Yuwen Huaji, who was a general of the Sui dynasty. He is a warrior of Sui, only secondary to Li Yuanba, who is naturally super powerful. As recorded, he was as tall as ten feet with strong waist and body. In the appearance of golden face, long beard and thick eyebrow, he often hold a weapon as heavy as 350 pounds.

Introduction of ****** makeup:
****** makeup, or Lian Pu, refers to ****** designs for Jing and Chou roles. It originated from daily life experience, describing such changes of expression as white for fear, red for shyness, dark for suntan, and sallow for illness. Most ****** designs attach great importance to the eyes.  The ****** designs for the Jing roles are made by painting, powdering and coloring in the basic forms of Zheng Lian (keeping the basic face pattern), San Kuai Wa Lian (three-section face) and Sui Lian (fragmentary face). These types are widely used to represent generals, officials, heroes, gods and ghosts. The Chou actors can be recognized by the patch of white in various shapes painted around the eyes and nose. Sometimes these patches are outlined in black, hence the term Xiao Hua Lian (partly painted face). The Chou roles fall into the following two categories: Wen Chou and Wu Chou.

Features:
****** makeup bears three main characteristics. Firstly, it is the unity and contradiction of beauty and ugliness. Secondly, it is closely related to the personality of the characters. Lastly, the patterns are stylized.

Beijing opera is one of the most popular drama widely welcomed and loved, no matter home and abroad. It is now acknowledged as a sign of Chinese traditional culture. The photos of ****** mask can be found on large buildings, product packages, various porcelains and clothes. It has gone beyond the stage, from which we can see the deep influence of ****** makeup. More and more foreigners have interest in it and begin to explore the secret of ****** makeup.

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as an antidote to the poetic of onomatopoeia, i simply won't allow such a desecration, the ruinous cloud of plum purple hangs over language with this one poetic technique, just before the barrage of rain falling like a vertical tsunami, as i found myself fishing in Poland, the white-precursor of Mickiewicz's castles turned into horses' gallop... and then foo! a monsoon in 5 minutes... the fish? quiet big, but since kept in a reservoir, a bit fat... actually... too fat. seriously, the onomatopoeia has to go, we can't be found imitating sounds of inanimate things... or debasing our use of phonetic encryptions with sounds of edible creatures... why... if we kept at it, you'd see monkeys building the coliseum and man playing the Mongolian harmonica of vibrating lips and the index finder moving up and down to their tune; plus i think onomatopoeia is the culprit of excessive spelling in english... i know, the keeping of necessary aesthetics but come on... moo vs. μ?

and i wish to lessen the optic strain for continuing
subject matter non-italicised...
you know what's more interesting than paying attention
to the use of onomatopoeia like that, the crudest
musicological element of poetry (well, rhyming is
also up there) - English is perfect, it's a-diacritical
(ah or a? never mind) - you have to start to imagine
the language like a blank canvas, but not necessarily,
what's more interesting in this vector rather than
clinging to onomatopoeia technique is that you
can apply anti-onomatopoeia, distinctions, accents,
yesterday it became revelatory,
it's roland garros on the television, after the days
events there's a program with Mats Wilander
(Swedish no. 1, seven grand slams between 1982 and
1988) and a blonde woman presenter,
i picked up my loss of interest in using onomatopoeia
to profile her origin... she could have been of any
European ethnicity... but the accent... it just landed
in my ear... German... and indeed, without an information
bracket on the programme's description, it was
Barbara Schett... you see, you paint the accents, it's
more interesting that way given the nakedness of English
compared with other siblings of the alphabet high-jacked
from Roman; you end up pricking your ears to attune
accents that than ol' McDonald had a farm.

that was my initial fascination, the lie of Eden passed down,
like Voltaire on his deathbed being read his departing word,
his own encoded as: this is not the time  to make enemies
he was referring to the devil)...
also: you'll find it hard to find his *éléments de la philosphie
de Newton... you will find Candide,
and Letters from England... but the elements of Newton's
philosophy will be a holy grail... oddly enough, contrary
to common belief, Voltaire never alludes to an apple
falling on Newton's head, but the book is a joy,
given that it includes diagrams... a bit of an Alice moment
for me: what's the point of books without pictures?
i could give you a chapter-by-chapter schematic of
what's being included so you don't think i'm bullshitting you,
the first chapter is about God... i know, ha ha, Voltaire
the ardent atheists... the third chapter is about the
freedom of the deity and on the great principle of sufficient right;
hold on! i'm digressing again, this was a debate concerning
onomatopoeia! you're probably asking why i've started to
use runes again... imagine what lied more, the tongue or
the eyes... this is crazy geometrics! geometry precipitated
when human went wild encoding sounds, it needed
something rational and coherent to attach itself to, to find
a cure for this crazy phonetic encoding, Pythagoras
attacked (Δ, δ) - i'm sure of that... i mean, can you just imagine
two drunk vikings sitting there, ******* themselves
sound-spotting and dissecting their mouth? which shaped
what, and which was to be cut-off / trimmed after they
poured wax into their ears and started to lip-read?
i mean... how many ****** shapes came from all
the soul-cages being opened with the shape of the mouth
from O?
ᚺ - hail             ᛖ - horse (and i'd say camel, but no camels
so far north)       ᚱ - journey         ᛟ - heritage
      ᛚ - water               ᚷ - gift
                                 i mean, it's amazing how we managed
to cut of subsequent letters we ascribed to things
and create a distinct sounds... but can you the torturous
road toward this end? to have created ~20 distinctions
from nouns? no wonder Aristotle asked to debate
proper names... i'm more inclined to ask a debate about
proper sounds... but still... so many wild geometric shapes
from just one... O... or - (a shut mouth)...
no wonder mathematics emerged: you couldn't really build
a longboat using ᚠ - ᛞ, or a house, what mathematics emerged
was probably when people thus dispersed interacted
via the merchants' enterprises and saw a gold nugget
of applicability write in how so many different people interpreted
looking at the mouth talking...
but i'm but one man, and this is a mystery, for i wonder
how the mind worked in order to write mandarin and
also qin **** huang's wall - i accepted many people died
doing it, and that the Mongol invasion was inevitable,
and that Japan was spared by a tsunami...
but how they took snippets from O to write a phonetic
encoding like 政 (Zheng, which also ascribed the
tetragrammaton at work, with one atom being a surd).

.this is hardly an example of a millennial explaining something with patronißing over-tones... let's say: a thought-experiment, solipsism is more a thought-experiment, than an fixation of non-fluctuation idea, solipsism is simulated autism... that being said, if this is a thought-experiment, then me, making it public, allows for a quasi-voyeurism: after all, i just found something, that i didn't find before... imagine... the english stand on a genesis in a fixed ideology beginning with a body from africa and a mind from india... and here i am, a western slav... bewildered with the *****... armed with a knife and fork and chop-sticks... wouldn't the concept of reincarnation imply, that there were and always will only a fixed number of people? trust borrowing a theology from a people, that didn't actually invent any culinary discipline of eating, the most tasty food in the world... chop-stick man, what do you say, via the mongol? chop-stick man says to the fork-and-knife man... well: if i could... i'd try using something else, than what i already use to wipe my ***.

i became tired of american
familiarism literature...

                  like i would ever become
familiar with some part
of new york;

  i'm shackled to england,
surrogate mother,
  and i'm not planning
                          to abandon her
on some ******* whim...

yes... i will use slurs,
foul words etc.,
            but... do a drag queen act?
american literature
and this, whole, itchy...
      you familiar with
the upper-east side,
                 the lower blah blah...
talking claustrophobic
geography,
           what a load of: *******...

oh but do you know
bower wood?
         no... that part of the woods
where you turn left and then
after a while: right,
and you're... walking...
beer in hand, in between
one song finishing,
  and another song beginning
on your headphones...
and you hear...
    
                  a satanic ritual
taking place?
   and then... a throng of murmurs...
and... you take two steps back...
turn around: and start running?
that part?

'well, you were the one walking
through that part of the woods
screaming like a hellhound
a few weeks past...
walking as if:
                  blind to the darkness
of the forest:
but able to recount steps from...
returning from almost being
kicked in the head by a horse:
that started nibbling on your
hand, "thinking" it was an apple,
i.e. you crazy! i'm not going
to nibble on your hand,
"i thought" it was an apple!'

true:
   **** it, screaming into a pillow
will not do rage enough
justice...
   you need the full orchestra...
the night...
          and a forest...

- well it's not like i did something
spectacular...
like climbing the matterhorn
or something...
         i took my heart into the forest
and screamed my native
tongue,  which is "dormant"
beneath this,
      facade (ç / ς) of acquired english...

notably...
             myśl (both a verb,
and a noun...
     some languages just don't bother
with prepositions akin to: to)...

now... for all the "diacritical" markers
in the english language... i, j,

in other languages you'd have
to... challenge the orthographic
aesthetic...
namely?

e.g.         musisz   (you must)
    (second-person singular
            present of) musieć

towing he she and whatever...
  funny...
gender neutral pronouns...
the gay-fest not enough,
they had to come and
    give a ******* about grammar?

musieć: past-participle
  (or at least, that's what i think it is)...

"aesthetic" vs. orthography...
depends...
   what does the dot above the iota
actually do?
   oh, right...                    nothing!

   all of these are actually right:

   □              □                   □                    □
   □                     musisz                  □
            □               muśιsz               □
  □                      muśιš     □
         □                   musiš                   □
          □               □               □         □            □

  (phonetically,
                           they're all the same)

****** square:
   so "un-geometric" when
writing it involved...
  huh? the four examples rule...

as if that was magic...
   the semites do their magic act
with vowels...
  the english have
    covered the Y...

while i... tend to focus
    on the stressors
of idiosyncracy that others
take for granted...

granted... i did hide a Z in slavic,
or an H in anglo using
the caron over S(š)...
                sharp objects...

maybe i haven't learned
enough languages,
or maybe i just became entrenched
in two, to observe this...
say what you will:
  western slavic,
with its clear syllable cutting
of words...
   coupled with its orthographic
pedantry: that's omnipresent
among almost every single
individual of the ethnicity...

it's like joining a ******* army...
you can't wipe your ***
without someone telling
you prior,
   that you're just about to ****
your trousers...
head over to england,
and everything is lax...
          sure... hell...
dyslexia whatnot...
                      and grammar nazis...

i am a grammar ****...
i have to be,
either that, or i'm just plain ol'
pedantic...
          it's either one,
                       or the other...

ezra pound had his *****-wink
obsession...
i still think:
   for such an elaborate phonetic
encoding,
     志: zhì     (ź),
will -                 zheng (źeng)
(whatever nietzsche said,
                mencius had it covered)
either that constricts thinking,
or it posits a focus on thinking,
that, that sort of phonetic encoding...

considering that
the H is a surd in all of this...

which is great... for someone who
reads latin script,
this elevated position...
but i guess the mundane
everyday conversations,
with this elaborate encoding
must, somehow...

well... evidently some Mongolian
influences...
in the language
that sits beneath these written
words in english.

You think words can’t hurt
Or reign down from the skies
I’ve red little handbooks
That say otherwise
I got history’s vengeance
Packed mean at my side
Cruisin’ free like Zheng He
In that Normandy Tide
Got these war orchestrators
Class consciously mute
Guess these urban invaders
Can’t handle Pan’s flute
In the jungle you feel it
I’m stalking my prey
Scalpin’ tix of head-shavers
From **** CIA
‘Cuz I spy with my eye
A bomb-dropping peace keeper
And wake up the crowd
Like a Soviet sleeper