The Magic Paintbrush｜神笔马良
中国民间故事 Long long ago there was a boy named Ma Liang He was very poor and could not afford a brush But he loved painting more than his own life He drew flying birds on the sand He drew swimming fish on the rocks They looked so real as if they would fly away His persistence moved the heavens An old immortal with a white beard appeared in his dream giving him a brush He said only paint for the poor Ma Liang woke up holding a golden brush He painted a rooster on the wall Crow It jumped down greeting the sun The village was dry so he painted a waterwheel Clear water flowed into the fields The poor…
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