Liangzhu
Liangzhu or Liang Zhu may refer to:
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Liangzhu (town)
Liangzhu (Chinese: 梁祝; pinyin: Liángzhù) is a town in Runan County, in southeastern Henan province, China, serviced by Henan Provincial Highway 219 (S219). As of 2011, it has 2 residential communities (社区) and 16 villages under its administration.
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Butterfly Lovers
The Butterfly Lovers is a Chinese legend of a tragic love story of a pair of lovers, Liang Shanbo (梁山伯) and Zhu Yingtai (祝英台), whose names form the title of the story. The title is often abbreviated to Liang Zhu (梁祝).
The story is now counted as one of China's Four Great Folktales, the others being the Legend of the White Snake (Baishezhuan), Lady Meng Jiang, and The Cowherd and the Weaving Maid (Niulang Zhinü). Six cities in China have collaborated in 2004 on a formal application for the Proclamation of Masterpieces of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity on the legend at UNESCO, submitted in 2006 through the Chinese Ministry of Culture.
Legend
The legend of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai is set in the Eastern Jin dynasty (265-420 CE).
Zhu Yingtai is the ninth child and only daughter of the wealthy Zhu family of Shangyu, Zhejiang. Although women are traditionally discouraged from taking up scholarly pursuits, Zhu manages to convince her father to allow her to attend classes in disguise as a man. During her journey to Hangzhou, she meets Liang Shanbo, a scholar from Kuaiji (present-day Shaoxing). They chat and feel a strong affinity for each other at their first meeting. Hence, they gather some soil as incense and take an oath of fraternity in the pavilion of a thatched bridge.
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by: Suzanne VegaIf language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be
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They don't move fast enough
To catch the blur in the brain
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In a timeless, placeless place
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And beyond all consequences
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And the sun and the spaces
Are all laying low
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Gone (Gone)
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They don't say what I said
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If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be
And is gone
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