People asked him, “Why don’t you use your magic paintbrush to become rich?” Soon the villagers began to prosper, and word of Liang’s magic paintbrush began to travel beyond the village. Whenever they needed something, Liang would paint it.
The villager was overjoyed and happily began to milk his cow.įrom that day Liang used his paintbrush to help the people in his village. Soon Liang met another villager who was crying because his cow had died in the night, and there was no milk for his children. Now the farmer could easily bring the water to his crops.
Liang painted a river beside the field and the river came to life. It was a long walk and the man was very tired. When Liang went into the village he met an old farmer carrying water from the river to his field. Suddenly the rice became real, and he ate it. Liang was hungry, so he painted a bowl of rice. When Liang woke up the next morning, he was surprised to see that he had a beautiful paintbrush in his hand. The man said it was a magic paintbrush and Liang should use it to help people. One night Liang dreamed that an old man gave him a paintbrush. He thought of nothing else except drawing, and soon he became very good at it. Whatever he was doing he drew – plants, animals, birds and people. If he was looking after a farmers’ cows he drew on the sides of the barn. When he was in the forest cutting wood, he drew birds and animals with a stick. He wanted to paint pictures and become a great artist. His life was difficult, but Liang was a generous boy and always willing to help people who needed it. He had no family, so he made his living by doing odd jobs for other people in his village, such as cutting wood and tending cattle. Your browser does not support the audio element, so here's a link to the mp3: Ī long time ago in China there lived a poor boy called Liang.
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