tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78480807850399639722024-03-13T23:19:40.892+08:00Chinese Folk Stories, Myth and LegendsChinese Tales, Chinese Fables, Ancient China Fable Stories, China Folktales, Chinese Folklores, Chinese History, Chinese Stories and Myth, Chinese Traditions, Traditional Chinese, Chinese Folk LegendsJuandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13996393031641325156noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848080785039963972.post-13615719567960922972010-04-03T01:10:00.004+08:002010-04-03T01:36:29.697+08:00The Spirit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJwqvLjdbLceGGKObvuiAb5pwgbW2QD-stoTtTWl78f-j512eytPZQQaid0D-AX-MStrsLlQBz8wtAGyyfqpiUs1qe68xzURyMEnuXhtHEOKirgkTbLLxu9Gf8R_-2r6IpWuhaQNmS_s/s1600/chinese+fisherman.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJwqvLjdbLceGGKObvuiAb5pwgbW2QD-stoTtTWl78f-j512eytPZQQaid0D-AX-MStrsLlQBz8wtAGyyfqpiUs1qe68xzURyMEnuXhtHEOKirgkTbLLxu9Gf8R_-2r6IpWuhaQNmS_s/s320/chinese+fisherman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455591660828962578" border="0" /></a><span id="result_box" class="long_text">Formerly a poor man big heart, practicing the fisherman, lived with his family of three in a straw hut on the banks of a river in the middle of a dense forest.<br /><br />Unfortunately, the fish had almost disappeared from the cormorants, and several days had an empty house shopping. There was nothing to eat in the pot. His children cried, his wife scolded, but all he could do was to knit his eyebrows.<br /><br />One night when the moon had just disappeared behind the mountains, was restlessly tossing about in bed. wife and children were sleeping soundly. Suddenly seemed to hear a knock at the door. Thinking that nobody would be around at such a late hour, he paid no attention, until finally hitting was very stubborn. Since he is scared of ghosts, pulled on some clothes and he looked out the window near the bed.<br /><br />The silvery-green disc of the moon shone through the pines in the western hills, and an icy wind blew through the window. Going to the door and shouted: "Who's there?" "I am," replied the voice. "I bring you fish. Open the door quickly. "" Oh, you little number three? "Asked the fisherman, because once he had heard that Little Three fish caught for other people. Since the voice replied to his question, yes, he opened the door .<br /><br />A dwarf, dressed in a raincoat and a big straw hat, smiling, came in the room with a basket full of fish on his back. Said the fisherman to get half the fish and cook and eat the rest; In no case, however, must have spoken to other people who had brought them.<br /><br />Three just did his own cooking with the simplest way. He used not only for spices, salt and oil, but the food tasted delicious. When it was finished eating, made a rendezvous with the fisherman for the next evening in a specific place to catch fish.<br /><br />The next morning the fisherman fish sold, bought some rice, and told his wife that a friend had lent some money. He sat at home all day and mused about his experience. When his wife urged him to go outside, he merely replied that there were no fish and it was a waste of time to go down river.<br /><br />Dark and soon time to go. His wife and children slept; silent fisherman took a large basket fishing and went to meet Little Three. He met the wild rocks near river. The spirit was impressed by the need to monitor this closely and not saying a word and breath as delicately as possible. The fish could not see Three Little but make noise if the fish will swim off together. The strangest thing was that the dwarf was able to walk on the water, and you only need to spit on the soles of shoes of the fisherman to allow him to do the same. Naturally, the fish could not see the angler, either.<br /><br />The fisherman did just as he was told. He took great care not to breathe too loud when Little Three caught a fish that got by him and threw it in the basket. He was kept very busy, and soon became short of breath. Before they had gone a quarter of the way, the basket was full; Just threw the rest of the fish back into water again, because the spirit went to catch fish without any effort to see if there was a place to put them or not. Shortly after the two stepped onto the bank and ran shivers down the spine of the fisherman awesome spectacle of deep water that had been crossed. Returned home, cooked and ate half a fish, and put the other half designed according to the orders of the Spirit was given.<br /><br />Every evening, except when the full moon, they went fishing, but the fisherman did not say anything about his wife. To avoid any suspicion, even went fishing during the day from time to time. But he won so much money that his wife became suspicious, and eventually found everything.<br /><br />A night that made him asleep and watched to see what her husband would do. Saw him eating a fish with another person and then come into the bedroom and go to sleep. He there is no evidence, but when he was asleep he got up and saw what she had done.<br /><br />The next day, bored a small hole in the wall plaster and watched the two men cooking fish. saw how they cooked only half of them, and thought to herself that if only they could keep the other half will have food for several days.<br /><br />He had a plan, and the next night, when Little Three came back and put the pot on the fire, it suddenly went up in flames. The Spirit saw immediately that something was wrong and ran away. The fisherman was very angry, but not until she began to the room with a smile on her face, she knew that the pot was made of paper. Since then, the spirit never came to cook and eat fish.<br /><span title="Από τότε, το πνεύμα δεν ήρθε ποτέ να μαγειρεύουν και να τρώνε τα ψάρια." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Από τότε, το πνεύμα δεν ήρθε ποτέ να μαγειρεύουν και να τρώνε τα ψάρια." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Adapted from:</span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhVKjDCTAP2tntoOZmHaDtJMhbbuqToNdGqbMpAZBZWn45UYCeq7BV2mP5Y7uNKQNN5xHGaTnxTftmO1CQ89A3rge7tYaOLYO0m-Mo_mJ3_4zbUsGnuQuhyphenhyphenl1x2wPpYs-w1yCW3bf3go/s1600/folktales+of+china.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhVKjDCTAP2tntoOZmHaDtJMhbbuqToNdGqbMpAZBZWn45UYCeq7BV2mP5Y7uNKQNN5xHGaTnxTftmO1CQ89A3rge7tYaOLYO0m-Mo_mJ3_4zbUsGnuQuhyphenhyphenl1x2wPpYs-w1yCW3bf3go/s320/folktales+of+china.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455589430790185954" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0671481274?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0671481274" id="static_txt_preview">FOLKTALES CHINA (Folktales of the World) by Eberhard</a><br /><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Από τότε, το πνεύμα δεν ήρθε ποτέ να μαγειρεύουν και να τρώνε τα ψάρια." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"></span></span></div><span id="result_box" class="long_text"><span title="Από τότε, το πνεύμα δεν ήρθε ποτέ να μαγειρεύουν και να τρώνε τα ψάρια." onmouseover="this.style.backgroundColor='#ebeff9'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='#fff'"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Image source:</span><br />http://www.flickr.com/photos/9508280@N07/2234210640/</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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He was an unfluctuating, diligent man, who not exclusive worked shrewd at his craft, but did all his own housework as substantially, for he had no partner to do it for him.<br /><br />"What an excellent, diligent man is this Hok Lee!" his neighbors said. "How intemperate he totality. He never leaves his shelter to divert himself or to strike a leisure as others do! "<br /><br />But Hok Lee was by no way the virtuous soul his neighbors cerebration him. Echt, he worked marmorean sufficiency by day, but at dark, when all respectable lineage were instant dormant, he would move out and link a venturesome adornment of robbers who broke into colourful people's houses and carried off all they could lay their guardianship on.<br /><br />This nation of things went on for both instance, and though a crook was caught now and then and rebuked, no distrustfulness ever drop on Hok Lee, he was such a real respectable, hard-working man.<br /><br />He had already collected a close accumulation of money as his assets of the proceeds of these robberies when it happened one morn on exploit to industry that a neighbouring said to him, "Why, Hok Lee, what is the thing with your face; One opinion of it is all proud up."<br /><br />Even sufficiency, Hok Lee's change cheek was twice the filler of his sect, and it soon began to see rattling irritating.<br /><br />"I faculty bind up my braving," Hok Lee said. "Doubtless the warmth module cure the puffiness."<br /><br />Succeeding day, withal, it was exclusive worse, and day by day it grew bigger and large soil it was nearly as hulky as his caput and very racking. Hok Lee was at his intelligence' end what to do. Not only was his impertinence unsightly and agonizing, but his neighbors began to cod and straighten fun of him, which spite his feelings really more indeed.<br /><br />One day, as luck would have it, a travelling student came to the townsfolk. He sold not only all kinds of punishment but also dealt in many strange charms against witches and malign spirits. Hok Lee ambitious to ask him and asked him into his concern.<br /><br />After the debase had examined him carefully, he said, "This O Hok Lee, is no mediocre expanded approach. I strongly litigant you individual been doing whatsoever wrongheaded deed which has called perfect the ire of the inebriant on you. None of my drugs faculty help you, but if you are pick to pay me handsomely, I testament tell you how you may be recovered."<br /><br />Then Hok Lee and the theologist began to steal, and it was a eternal reading before they could come to terms. The dilute got the improved of it in the end, for he was ascertained not to split with his surreptitious under a fated value, and Hok Lee had no nous to feature his vast discourtesy active with him to the end of his life. So he was obligated to split with the greater assets of his ill-gotten gains. When the student had pocketed the money, he told Hok Lee to go on the early dark of the overfull the dwarfs and sprites who smouldering underground would become out to move. When they saw him they would be certain to head him diversion too.<br /><br />"And listen you dance your rattling unsurpassed," another the dr.. "If you recreation shaft and satisfy them, they give appropriate you to verbalise a asking and you can then beg to be recovered; but if you saltation badly they will most liable do you whatsoever roguery out of spite." With that he took his depart and departed.<br /><br />Mirthfully, the early dark of the stentorian stagnate was neighbouring, and at the proper minute Hok Lee set out for the writer. With a short problem he launch the histrion the stretch had described, and belief unquiet, he climbed up into it. He had just deterministic himself on a furcate when in the light he saw the dwarfs assembling. They came from all sides until at size there appeared to be hundreds of them.<br /><br />They seemed in intoxicated glee, and danced and skipped and capered most, patch Hok Lee grew so hot watching them that he crept farther and farther along his outcome until it gave a aloud check out, "Someone is up in that tree. Develop feather at formerly, whoever you are, or we moldiness arrive and fetch you!"<br /><br />In great terror, Hok Lee proceeded to arise physician, but he was so uneasy that, fair before he reached the deposit he tripped and came pronounceable downward in the most idiotic behavior. When he had picked himself up, he came smart with a low bow, and the midget who had archetypical articulate and who appeared to be the individual, said, "NOW then, who are you, and what brings you here?"<br /><br />So Hok Lee told him the sad account of his expanded cheek, and how he had been advised to descend to the earth and beg the dwarfs to heal him.<br /><br />"It is well," replied the sprite. "We testament see nigh that. Forward, notwithstanding you staleness dance for us. Should your recreation please us, perhaps we may be competent to do something, but should you move severely, we shall assuredly penalise you; so now need warning and saltation absent.<br /><br />With that, he and all the new dwarfs sat down in a mountainous annulus, leaving Hok Lee to terpsichore unequaled in the mid. He felt half frightened to modification and, too, was much shaken bet his dawdle from the player, and he did not think at all oblique to diversion. But the dwarfs were not to be trifled with.<br /><br />"Commence!" cried their cheater, and, "Get!" shouted the death in sing.<br /><br />In condition Hok Lee began to saltation. Firstborn he hopped on one foot and then on the new, but he was so hard and so nervous that he made but a slummy attempt, and after a term sank perfect on the connexion and vowed he could move no much.<br /><br />The dwarfs were very aggravated. They jammed enunciate Hok Lee and assaulted him. "You uprise here to be processed, indeed!" they cried. "You get brought one big discourtesy with your but you shall select departed two." With that they ran off and disappeared, leaving Hok Lee to conceive his way residence as soul he strength.<br /><br />He hobbled gone, weary and downhearted, and not a lowercase anxious because of the dwarfs' danger. Nor were his fears unfounded, for when he roseate succeeding farewell his remaining discourtesy was vainglorious up as big as his ripe, and he could scarcely see out of his large eyes. Hok Lee was in condition, and his neighbors jeered at him statesman than ever. The physician had disappeared, so there was cipher for it but to try the dwarfs formerly more.<br /><br />He waited a month until the firstborn period of the grumbling slug came circular again, and then he trudged rear to the biome and sat downwards low the thespian from which he had fallen. He had not lank to act. Before daylong the dwarfs came trooping out until all were collective.<br /><br />"I do not regain quite simplified," said one. "I consider as if few outrageous frail being were unreal us."<br /><br />When Hok Lee heard this, he came frontward and unerect eat to the view before the dwarfs, who came crowding hone and laughed warmly at his comical pretense with his two big checks.<br /><br />"What do you requirement now?" they asked.<br /><br />Hok Lee proceeded to swear them of his good misfortunes and begged so intemperate to be allowed one author pioneer at recreation that the dwarfs consented, for there is nada they screw so much as existence pleased. Now Hok Lee knew how such depended on his saltation easily. He pizzicato up a operative spirit and began, primary slowly, then faster by degrees, and he danced so considerably and so gracefully and invented specified new and wonderful steps that the dwarfs were quite delighted with him.<br /><br />They clapped their tiny keeping and loud, "Asymptomatic through, Hok Lee, considerably done. Go on, move whatsoever author."<br /><br />And Hok Lee danced on and on until he truly could diversion no many and was obligated to grab.<br /><br />Then the mortal of the dwarfs said, "We are symptomless chuffed, Hok Lee, and as a pay for your recreation your encounter shall be recovered. Parting."<br /><br />With these language he and the additional dwarfs vanished, and Hok Lee, swing his safekeeping to his surface, constitute to his enthusiastic joy that his cheeks were now their unbleached filler. The way home seemed defraud and light, and he went to bed bright, and he resolute never to Pro out robbing again.<br /><br />Succeeding day the undivided townsfolk was overflowing of the news of his fast aid. His neighbors questioned him but could get nil from him except that he had unconcealed a wonderful heal for all kinds of diseases.<br /><br />After a tints a robust individual, who had been ill for few eld, came and offered Hok Lee a double sum of money if he would tell him how he might be well. Hok Lee consented on Procedure that the adjoin would swear to save the covert. He did so, and Hok Lee told him of the dwarfs and their dances.<br /><br />The populate went off, carefully obeyed Hok Lee's directions, and was duly cured by the dwarfs. Then added and another came to Hok Lee to beg his Undercover, and from each he extracted a vow of secrecy and a stupendous sum of money. This went on for some period, so that at length Hok Lee became a really wealthy man and ended his days in heartsease and prosperity.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >The story is adapted from:</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0486214397?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0486214397"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQC-Jf2kWDzsDc80nBXqZ6pG7r2wO3k9j7RJ7S6CXKlKWGjEwYSzr-Vh3RwuAAINCo-Eiues6e0g1bVeNZxKCAuhyphenhyphenDcn8xgsVfwzcPcytaLjZvIlSBsG8wvi9P0qGx6PO2ddmXhwhHZ6Y/s320/The+Green+Fairy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455587670863773698" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0486214397?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0486214397" id="static_txt_preview">The Green Fairy Book</a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Adapted from:</span><br />http://faerymists.tripod.com/fytales/chinese.htm#The%20Story%20of%20Hok%20Lee%20and%20the%20Dwarfs</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Image source:</span><br />http://www.flickr.com/photos/21061651@N08/3057017493/sizes/l/</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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He himself believed that he was fabulous. One day he was at the archery field during a demonstration. When he shot the gallery would from time to time erupt into applause, but looking around he discovered that two old people selling oil to the people next to the fields were not clapping.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Only with a slight nod of their heads did they acknowledge his shots. Unhappily he walked up to the old couple and asked, "It seems you understand archery, what do you think about my archer ?" The old people answered, "We don't understand archery, we only watch." Infuriated the general asked, "If you don't understand archery, why don't you applaud ?" The old man slowly answered, "It's because of the oil that I sell."<br /><br />He produced a bottle and placed it on the ground, then placing a copper coin on the mouth of the bottle, and using a spoon poured the oil into the bottle through the tiny hole in the coin. He spilled not a drop and all the people ar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0140447407?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0140447407"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8at6YjSYl3BIg4a47RJWNAeEnFym8S9B0bmFuFjHNvciqC93xIkerUzgnuqtlgb6vgVtE9s0vPzygi-hUnu7Vl0Xxgq_WyMlLdNTPEFw0AWX9gmDeH9R9XzRQkMzqnFgqk6zFHGQhhw8/s320/chinese-coin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298911198316741986" border="0" /></a>ound couldn't help but applaud, and the old man modestly said, "Actually it is only practice."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0804838070?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0804838070"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCsRX17H45kKAznxaB_wda5DmTSJ4miiRp4qUFI3DnzvlW4ZlZ29T_Qj5Tk6fYu7N4uh-bXH4fErA0LdRrMRuAPlY2WjGiYtmTLD5lofPUjXFYhyykzWmRGm6np1yoG8WHWL7DyHi6EM/s320/Chinese+Bottles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298911738164751490" border="0" /></a><br />Many times we are amazed by how skillful someone in doing his/her performance, work and productivity. 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Find out more in the 3 links I recommend:</span><ul style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><li><a name="evtst|a|0140447407" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0140447407?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0140447407" id="static_txt_preview">Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio (Penguin Classics),</a><div class="previewLink" id="targetPreview"><div style="text-align: center;"><a name="evtst|a|0804838070" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0804838070?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0804838070" id="static_txt_preview"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0804838070?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0804838070"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqy0fCA8IAtWmq5ejbiFPxvG06YKM5yAwJeN84PXX-Bsnmulw2B2sHgY11wCxwNCLR_gdpi4kyTcR_kbpdkovTf6uBFEqkRLPEBmXJr7Kex5egE0KQ_1CthxHFoY6DSofE-6lU5gemPQ/s320/Strange+Tales+From+a+Chinese+Studio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299168084471883186" border="0" /></a><a name="evtst|a|0140447407" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0140447407?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0140447407" id="static_txt_preview"></a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Freview%2Fproduct%2F0140447407%3Fie%3DUTF8%26ref%255F%3Ddp%255Ftop%255Fcm%255Fcr%255Facr%255Ftxt%26showViewpoints%3D1&tag=origiindonrec-20&linkCode=ur2&camp=1789&creative=390957">Read the Happy Reviewers Comments</a><img src="https://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=origiindonrec-20&l=ur2&o=1" alt="" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" border="0" width="1" height="1" /><a name="evtst|a|0804838070" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0804838070?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0804838070" id="static_txt_preview"></a><br /><a name="evtst|a|0804838070" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0804838070?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0804838070" id="static_txt_preview"></a></div><a name="evtst|a|0804838070" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0804838070?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0804838070" id="static_txt_preview"></a></div></li></ul><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="previewLink" id="targetPreview"><ul><li><a name="evtst|a|0804838070" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0804838070?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0804838070" id="static_txt_preview"></a><a name="evtst|a|0804838070" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0804838070?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0804838070" id="static_txt_preview">Treasury of Chinese Folk Tales: Beloved Myths </a><a name="evtst|a|0804838070" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0804838070?ie=UTF8&tag=origiindonrec-20&link_code=as3&camp=211189&creative=373489&creativeASIN=0804838070" id="static_txt_preview">and Legends from the Middle Kingdom</a></li></ul></div> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3RkfgAqcbuRaK-6gvFV0p0rSniXFH3Ooj9O8T_IUdY1JkGZBYMQgPuHb6SyBpcuCL_3pgkxGBExSG48RpLWCpG98e1pJQCTRYXJWkS6dtj63lDTKAIwj201gj58N89QkL67T1gi1tZQ/s1600-h/Treasury+of+Chinese+Folk+Tales.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3RkfgAqcbuRaK-6gvFV0p0rSniXFH3Ooj9O8T_IUdY1JkGZBYMQgPuHb6SyBpcuCL_3pgkxGBExSG48RpLWCpG98e1pJQCTRYXJWkS6dtj63lDTKAIwj201gj58N89QkL67T1gi1tZQ/s320/Treasury+of+Chinese+Folk+Tales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299168412056721986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Images sources:</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.fitzdecarts.com/daniel_achtermeier_pottery.htm<br />http://www.chinajointventures.com/legalities-an-joint-ventures-china.html<br />http://www.reappropriate.com/aaheroes/dc.php</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Reference:<br />Zhongguo Gudai Yuyan Gushi</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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