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3 best Chinese dramas to watch in Netflix
In 2023, Chinese television has once again dazzled audiences worldwide with a captivating array of drama series that encompass a diverse range of genres, themes, and storytelling techniques. As the global popularity of Chinese dramas continues to soar, viewers have been treated to an impressive selection of productions that showcase the country's rich cultural heritage, creative storytelling, and talented actors. In this article, we will embark on a journey through the best six Chinese dramas of 2023, each offering a unique blend of compelling narratives, outstanding performances, and stunning visuals that have left an indelible mark on the world of entertainment. Whether you're a fan of historical epics, modern romances, or thrilling mysteries, 2023 has delivered a spectacular lineup that promises to captivate and inspire audiences around the globe. Join us as we delve into the world of these remarkable Chinese dramas and discover the stories that have taken the television landscape by storm in the year 2023.
By Anannya Maitra2 years ago in Chapters
The Dominion, Part One: Gods. Content Warning.
From the top of Central Tower Cassandra White could look out over the whole of the Dominion. Her Dominion. A grin spread slowly across her lips, stopping well short of her eyes, as a fire flared somewhere far below. It’s yellowish orange glow shining small as lights on a festival tree among the glittering sea of white pinpricks beneath her feet. One more slum up in smoke.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Chapters
The Incomparable Maritime Jollies
Foreword: Dear Lubber, If you picked up this scroll to read the fables about the untamable sea monsters and otherworldly riches, ethereal ghouls and the divine mermaidens, you will be saltily disappointed: Because it is, actually, the mermaidens, who are quite untamable.
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Chapters
Attic Adventures: Memories in the Rafters
Ah, the attic. For most people, it's just a dusty, dark space to store things they don't need but can't bear to throw away. But for me and my family, our attic was a treasure trove, a portal to the past, and the stage for many adventures. So go ahead and make yourself comfy; this is a tale worth sharing.
By Tahir qureshi2 years ago in Chapters
The Garage Saga: The Transformational Tale of Our House
Ah, the humble garage. For years, it was the elephant in the room—or rather, the house. A cavernous space filled with memories, clutter, and things we swore we'd need "someday." But folks, that "someday" had arrived, and our garage was begging for a makeover. So grab a cup of joe and settle in; it's quite a story.
By Tahir qureshi2 years ago in Chapters
Beyond the Lens: Telling Powerful Stories Through Captivating Photography
In the realm of creative expression, photography stands as a unique and compelling medium. Through the lens of a camera, artists can capture moments, emotions, and narratives that transcend language barriers and resonate deep within our souls. Welcome to the "Creative Corner," where we explore the art of telling powerful stories through captivating photography. As "The Inspirational Guide," my mission is to empower fellow artists on their creative journeys, and today, we embark on a captivating exploration of this expressive art form.
By ArtisticMentor2 years ago in Chapters
The Living Arc Angels Part 2. Content Warning.
(TYLER’S POINT OF VIEW) In the alley behind the Italian restaurant a white light appeared in swirling circles. Out of it stepped the four living arc angels. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but that was what Thomas had called us. We were once again back on earth. We stood together a moment in silence. Then the silence was broken as Eric yelled, “Whoa! Guess what?” Our attention quickly turned to him with interest not knowing what could have caused such an outburst. He looked back at us a moment and then with obvious embarrassment said, “I’m hungry. I just never thought I’d be hungry again.” A roaring laughter filled the alley. “Well, I would love to taste food again. After all, it’s been 3 years since the last time I ate.” I didn’t wait for anyone else to respond. I held tight to Andrea’s hand and started toward the end of the alley. Eric and Christine quickly followed. Andrea jokingly said, “Maybe that’s why they brought us back behind an Italian restaurant.” Once again we all shared in much needed laughter as we rounded the corner and headed toward the side door. Then after several more steps we were walking through the door, stopping just behind the register and waiting to be seated. Promptly, a waitress came up and asks us where we would like to sit. Christine said, “it doesn’t matter… we’re just glad to be here.” The waitress looked a little baffled by the reply but still grabbed a few menus and then headed off to show us to a seat. Eagerly we followed her toward the front of the restaurant. Finally the waitress stopped in front of a table that rested against the windows that made up the front wall. From here you could see the cars moving back and forth on the road that ran adjacent to the front of the establishment. To most this would have been an annoyance, however it had been a little while since any of us had seen any roads even with out any cars to be on them, so it was a new wonder to rediscover to us. So happily we sat down. Andrea slid into the booth on the left side and I slid in after her, and Christine slid into the booth on the right side followed by Eric.
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Chapters
Hadji 1974
1st court appearance Hadji 1974 Chapter 12 Nearly everyone in the jail gathered in the courtyard for the volleyball match after lunch. The lines previously just drawn in the dirt were now amplified with white lime. A small step ladder was in place next to the net, and a referee stood atop it. A couple of line judges, recruited from other teams, were in place to make out of bounds calls on the side and back lines. It was decided that the match would be decided in a best of five format, instead of a single game, and a coin flip was used to see which side of the net each team would begin from. The teams would switch sides after one reached thirteen points, so that each would be subject to the same sun and wind conditions. In addition to the normal guards patrolling the catwalks, the warden and several of his aides were watching from his balcony. The referee climbed onto his perch, motioned the ready sign to each team, and brought his arm forward while blowing his whistle, to start the match. After a short volley to win serve, Joe racked off ten straight points with a variety of spinning serves, strategically placed near the out-of-bounds lines. It was the beginning of a volleyball clinic that we put on for them, including crisp passes to set up our big men for thunderous dunks and well-placed dinks. When it was my turn to serve, I sent the ball a mile in the air and watched as the Turks fought with each other for the return. On the front line, I would time my leap to intercept the ball as it crossed the net and slam it to the ground on the other side for a quick turnover. With the games well in hand, we allowed the Turks to get into double digits in all three games. We practiced plays and went for the spectacular slam or diving save to the roars of the crowd. The referee was experienced and very animated with his calls and play by play descriptions. With five points remaining in the third game, Joe unleashed his jump serve and ended the match without another return serve. We crossed the net and hugged and shook hands with our opponents, thanking them for a good game. As we headed back to retrieve our towels and other belongings, you could see money and goods exchange hands in traditional Turkish custom, for the end of a sporting event. The volleyball games became a fixture of the morning routine at the jail. Being gracious winners, we allowed the Turks to pick and choose from other teams to form super teams to “Beat the Americans”.
By Barron M Broomfield2 years ago in Chapters
