Jude is the host of Saturday Symphony. This weekend’s theme is:
TALES FROM THE FAR EAST. The far East includes;
– Russian Siberia
– North and South Korea
– Hong Kong
This week share something themed from this part of the world.
It can come from real life experiences, a favourite story, history, myths, books and legends.
Hello! I’m really excited about this prompt because I will be sharing a tale from a new book I bought from the bookstore during Thanksgiving break. I waited in line at the Japanese bookstore for about half an hour before being able to go inside. In fact, I haven’t even read any of the tales in this book until this post.
The Magic Paintbrush
China, chinese folktale
There once was a very poor young man named Ma Liang who loved to draw very much. One night he had a dream that an old man gave him a magical paintbrush and asked him to help people. When he awoke, the magic paintbrush lay beside him.
Whatever Ma Liang drew with the magic paintbrush came into being and he used its powers to benefit the struggling people around him. He used the brush to paint a river next to a dry field and to draw food for the poor. Quickly his fame grew, and everyone was grateful to Ma Liang.
In the same village lived a rich man who soon came to covet the magical brush. He didn’t want to help people but instead wanted to paint gold and make himself richer. In the dark of the night, he sent his servants into Ma Liang’s home, and while Ma Liang was sleeping, they stole his brush.
The next day, the rich man painted many pictures of riches beyond belief. But no matter how many he drew, none of the images would come to life for him. Frustrated, the rich man ordered his guards to capture Ma Liang and bring him forward. When Ma Liang arrived, the rich man demanded that he draw for him or face punishment.
The quiet Ma Liang smiled and agreed. He asked the rich man what he would like, and the rich man said he wanted a mountain of gold. So Ma Liang painted a mountain, but he painted it in the middle of a vast sea. The rich man then demanded a large boat to sail the ocean with enough room in its hull to carry all the gold. So Ma Liang painted a huge sailboat, and the rich man and all his cronies got in it and set sail. But when they got halfway to the mountain, Ma Liang painted a wicked storm, and the boat capsized and all the men were lost at sea.
From that day on, Ma Liang and all the people of his village lived happy and peaceful lives.