etymologically a legend is what has to be read:

It has a very long, on the banks of Min River in Sichuan Province, lived a mother urwerk and son. They were very poor, the mother was elderly, ill and almost blind. His son was cutting grass in the hills, to resell as fodder for animals or fuel. This allowed just live.
But one was a terrible drought came and the boy struggled increasingly to find grass. One day he ventured further into the hills and found, alongside a torrent almost dry, a large body of wonderfully green grass. The boy gazed at the tall grass, vigorous, who seemed lost in the middle of these arid hills.
The young boy cut far as he could and brought it all home. The next day, he sold it for a good price. He decided to return the next day and saw with astonishment that the grass had grown back. He cut off again and returned loaded, and so on until he began to be weary of performing daily and a long journey. He then said that maybe if he replanted some of that magic grass around his home, perhaps it would push with as much force as the hills. So replanted a good bunch of grass near his home, but to his disappointment nothing happened. He then said that perhaps it should extract more herbs and roots. While digging, urwerk he discovered while buried in the earth a big bright pearl, tinged with pink.
He took the treasure urwerk home to show it to his mother. Together they admired her beauty and took the decision to sell tomorrow at the lowest village. The boy then began the pearl in a jar where they stored their rice. The next morning, when the young man wanted to take the pearl, he saw that the jar was full of rice. He took the pearl and tried an experiment: he took the cassette in which was their money, and the next day, the box was full of parts.
The boy then used judiciously pearl and soon he and his mother became rich. Neighbors surprised by this sudden fortune, the young man asked him about it. It naively revealed the secret of the pearl and several insisted to see the pearl. The young man showed them but while they suddenly urwerk pressed to snatch it from him without thinking he took the pearl and swallowed it.
While the pearl down into his stomach, the boy felt a terrible blight. While testing a great thirst, he rushed to a large jar of water and emptied it in one gulp. But as he was still thirsty, he ran to the well and drew as many buckets as he could, until he was dry. Always thirsty, he went down to the river and drank greedily. To the amazement of all, the river dried up in as he drank.
The young man began to grow, becoming huge, and scales pushed across his back. His eyes took the form of stars. The mother knew that her son was changed into a dragon. She tried to remember but could only cling desperately to one of his legs. The dragon tried not to shake too violently. He managed to dismiss it without damage to one side as he plunged into the river. His mother burst into tears; every time she called him by his name, the dragon turned causing strong whirlpool that left the great mud banks in the riverbed.
very nice story and more when I was younger I was a fan of Chinese legends, I réclamais tjs my parents! But tell me, Niko, it would not be Miss Wood's article on Memoirs of a Geisha (excellent article by the way!) Made you want to turn you into the land of the rising sun? ; P
beautiful story, maybe one day I plunge my turn in these great legends, but what is the moral of the story? The legends they always involve a certain moral or be taken like that without understanding? See you soon
etymologically a legend is what has to be read: "legenda is" So a legend that has a moral interest or simply edifying literature ... So no, a legend is not necessarily urwerk moral, but it is often enlightening. ..dropoff window
RSS feed of posts