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1. The Magic Pen Ma Liang

Once upon a time, there was a child whose name was Ma Liang. His father and mother died long ago, and he lived by himself by fetching wood and cutting grass. He grew up loving to learn how to draw, but he didn't even have a brush!

One day, he walked by the door of a schoolhouse and saw the teacher, holding a brush, drawing. He unconsciously went in and said to the teacher, "I would like to learn to draw, can you lend me a pen?"

The teacher glared at him, "Bah!" A mouthful of spit on his face, scolded: "Poor child want to take a pen, but also want to learn to paint? Dream on!" After saying that, he whisked him out of the gate.

Ma Liang is a ambitious child, he said: "I don't believe, how poor children can't even learn to paint!"

From then on, he was determined to learn how to paint, and practiced hard every day. When he went to the mountains to fetch firewood, he folded a branch and learned to depict birds in the sand.

When he went to the river to cut grass, he dipped the grass root into the river water and learned to draw swimming fish on the rocks. In the evening, when he returned home, he took a piece of charcoal, and on the wall of the kiln, he drew again the things he had traced during the day, one by one. Without a brush, he learned to draw anyway.

Year after year, Ma Liang never stopped learning to draw. The four walls of his kiln, painting on the stack of paintings, Ma Ma Hua Hua all paintings. Of course, the progress is also very fast, really painted up the bird is close to will not call, painted up the fish is close to will not swim.

One time, he drew a small hen at the entrance of the village, and there were eagles circling over the entrance of the village all day long.

One time, he drew a black furred wolf behind the mountain, scaring the cows and goats not to dare to eat behind the mountainOne night, Ma Liang lay down in the kiln, because he had been working all day long and learning to draw, he was already very tired, and as soon as he lay down, he fell asleep in a daze.

I don't understand when, the kiln lit up a burst of colorful light, came a white-bearded old man, gave him a pen: "This is a magic pen, use it well!"

Ma Liang took it and saw that the pen was golden; it was heavy in his hand. He jumped up with joy, "Thank you, old grandpa,?" Ma Liang didn't finish his words, the white-bearded old man had already disappeared.

Mara Liang woke up with a start, rubbing his eyes, it was a dream! But it wasn't a dream! That pen is not very good in his hands!

He was so happy that he ran out, knocked on doors, woke up his friends, and told them, "I have a pen!" It was only midnight! He drew a bird with his pen, and it fluttered its wings and flew up into the sky, and shouted and sang to him.

He drew a fish with his pen, and it bent its tail, and swam into the water, and danced to him with a waving motion. He was overjoyed, and said, "This divine brush, how good it is!"

Ma Liang had this magic pen, and every day he drew pictures for the poor people in the village: who had no plows and harrows, he drew plows and harrows for them; who had no plowing oxen, he drew plowing oxen for them; who had no waterwheels, he drew waterwheels for them; and who had no stone mills, he drew stone mills for them?

There is no such thing as an impermeable wall, and the news quickly reached the ears of a rich man in a neighboring village. The rich man sent two of his men to arrest him and force him to draw.

Ma Liang, though young, was born with a hard heart. He could see through the bad intentions of the rich, and no matter how much the rich man cajoled him, scared him, and asked him to draw a golden treasure, he just refused to do it. The rich man put him in a stable and didn't give him any food.

In the evening, the snow was falling, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground. The rich man thought, Ma Liang this time is not starved to death, but also quasi-frozen to death. He walked past the stable door, only to see a reddish bright light coming out of the doorway, and also smelled a fragrant smell.

He felt strange, close to the eye, to the door a crack, ah! Ma Liang not only did not die, but also burned a large fireplace, one side of the fire, one side is eating hot baked cakes! The rich man realized that the fireplace and the cakes must have been drawn by Ma Liang with the divine pen, so he went to call the servants in anger and asked them to kill Ma Liang and take down the divine pen.

More than a dozen fierce house-elves rushed into the stables, but there was no Maliang to be seen, only a ladder leaning against the east wall. Ma Liang took advantage of the darkness, climbed this ladder and scaled the wall and left. The rich man hurriedly climbed up the ladder to chase after him, but did not climb up three steps, and fell down. Originally, this ladder was drawn by Ma Liang with a divine brush.

2. The Legend of "Nian"

In the ancient times, there was a ferocious beast, which lived in the deep forests of the mountains, and people called it "Nian".

The Nian was huge and ferocious. If anyone annoys it, it will open its bloody mouth and eat him.

At the same time, "Nian" is also very lazy, it likes to sleep, a sleep is three hundred and sixty-five days, when it wakes up from the sleep, always feel the stomach grumbling.

Then it would come down to the village and eat whatever it saw, even the old people and children who lived in the village, and only when its stomach was full would it walk back home with a satisfied swagger and go back to sleep, and then wake up in the next three hundred and sixty-five days and continue to come down to the mountain to look for something to eat.

In this way, the beast of the year came to the village year after year to eat people, causing everyone to be on edge.

The village where Po lived was attacked by the Nian beast every year, and his father, mother and sister were all eaten by the Nian when it came down the mountain last time, so Po hated the beast with a passion.

On New Year's Eve, the people of Po's village went up the mountain to avoid the "Nian" beast. At this time, from outside the village came a begging old man, his hands on crutches, shoulder bag bag, silver-white beard has been dragged to the ground.

This time, everyone is busy sealing the windows and locking the door, packing, everywhere people shouting horse neighing, a rush panic scene, who still have the heart to care for the poor old man begging it? People just hurriedly look at the old man, and then hurriedly left.

When the old man walked to the house of A Bao, A Bao came out from the house, gave the poor beggar some food, and advised him to follow the people up the mountain to avoid the "New Year" beast.

Unexpectedly, the beggar listened to the old man, stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Little brother, can you let me, a lonely old man, stay the night?"

Bo looked at the old beggar in surprise and said, "Old man, don't you understand that the dreaded 'Year' beast is coming this night? At this moment everyone with their old and young, packed up to take refuge in the deep mountains, you should also follow them together."

The old man who was begging just smiled and said nothing.

"Well, in that case, come in." Po said to the old man.

"Thank you, kind young man, with me here, you have nothing to fear tonight." Saying this, the old man put down the bag and sac from his shoulder, and drew out two long pieces of red paper from the inside, "Here, you stick these two pieces of red paper on the door."

Bo didn't understand what these two pieces of red paper were for, so he asked, "What's the point of sticking these two pieces of red paper?"

The beggar old man pinched his beard, smiled slightly, and replied, "Just stick them on, and do as I say."

Bo put the two red papers symmetrically on both sides of the door as the old man had instructed, and then assisted the begging old man into the house.

"I still have two candles there, you can light them later when it gets dark." The old man handed Po two red candles.

Bo took the two red candles and asked again, "I have candles at home too, they are not red, why do you want me to light them tonight?"

The begging old man smiled and pointed to those bamboo stacked in the yard again, "Kind young man, I'm feeling a bit cold, why don't you burn those bamboo to warm me up."

The honest Po didn't think much of it this time, and he immediately set about building a fire.

As the sky darkened, "Nian" leapt out of the mountains and waltzed into the village, looking east and west, only to see the doors of every house closed, only some sesame stalks piled up in front of the door, and not a single person on the street.

"How is it that there is not even a single person in this village this year?" "Nian" frowned.

After wandering around the village for most of the night, Nian found nothing, so it had to gnaw on the sesame stalks to feed itself. It chewed on the dry sesame stalks, not happy at all.

At this moment, it suddenly smelled a delicious smell of human flesh on the wind: "Wow, that smells good! Hehehe, looks like I'll be able to get a taste of it tonight, at the moment I'm going to find this person and have a nice full meal."

Thinking of the delicious human flesh, Nian's mouth watered, the human flesh was much more delicious than the sesame stalks.

The gluttonous Nian sniffed around the village, and was surprised to find that the smell was coming from Ah Bao's house. So it dashed towards Bo's house, but just as it reached the door, it suddenly stopped.

"This family is really strange, what are those two red things posted on his door, it makes me dizzy to see them." "Nian" took a step backwards.

After that, it saw two red lights flashing in the house through the courtyard wall, and the red light jumped around like a monster's eyes, and "Nian" shuddered and let out a strange cry, "Oops, what kind of monster is that! The eyes are glowing red and blinking, and it's even bigger than me!" The original "year" mistakenly regarded the house with red candles as a monster bigger than it.

At that moment, there was another crackling sound in the courtyard, and Nian shuddered, no longer daring to come forward. It turned around and ran away, shouting: "Oh my God, the monster is angry, it's horrible! The monster is coming, the monster is coming!" In a few moments, the year was gone without a trace.

The old man and Po laughed when they saw how frightened Nian was.

"I didn't think this man-eating beast would be afraid of the color red and the sound of explosions. But, old man, how did you understand this weakness of its?" Po asked the begging old man.

"Young man," the old man smiled cheerfully, "I am a god in the sky, and this time I have come down to earth specifically to help you deal with the 'year'.

At this moment this beast has been scared away, you guys will use this method to drive it away every year from now on, and then have a happy New Year's Eve!" After saying this, the old man turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

The next day was the first day of the first lunar month, and the people who had returned from their refuge were very surprised to see the village safe and sound. At this time, Po came out from his house and told everyone what the begging old man had said.

Everyone flocked to A Bao's house, only to see his door with red paper, a pile of unburned bamboo in the yard is still "crackling" explosion, the house of the two red candles are still glowing afterglow?

The ecstatic townspeople celebrated the arrival of the auspicious, have changed into new clothes, wear new hats, to friends and relatives to say hello. This incident soon spread in the surrounding villages, people understand the way to drive away the "year".

From then on, every year on New Year's Eve, families stick red couplets, firecrackers, household candles brightly lit, to keep the night. Early in the morning on the first day, but also to go to friends and relatives to say goodbye. This custom has become more and more widespread, and has become the grandest traditional festival of Chinese folklore.

3, Shennong tasted a hundred herbs

Ancient times, the grains and weeds grow together, drugs and flowers bloom together, which food can be eaten, which herbs can cure, who can not tell.

The people rely on hunting to live, the more the birds in the sky less and less, the more the beasts in the ground more and more rare, people have to go hungry. Anyone who wants to get sores and illnesses, without medical treatment, will have to take off his skin even if he doesn't die!

The suffering of the people, Shennong's see in the eyes, pain in the heart. How to give the people hunger? How to cure the people? Shennong pondered for three days and three nights, and finally came up with a way.

On the fourth day, he took a group of subjects, from his hometown Suizhou Calendar Mountain, to the northwest of the mountain. They walked and walked and walked, their legs swollen and their feet calloused, but still they kept on walking, and they came to a place after walking for seventy-seven and forty-nine days.

Only see the high mountain peak after peak, the canyon one after another, the mountain is full of exotic flowers and grasses, a long way to smell the aroma. Shennong was walking forward when suddenly a group of wolves, tigers and leopards came out from the canyon and surrounded them. Shennong immediately asked his subjects to brandish their divine whips and strike at the beasts.

The beasts were driven away after seven days and seven nights of fighting. Those tigers, leopards, pythons and snakes were lashed out by the divine whip, and afterward turned into spots on their skins.

At this time, the subjects said it was too dangerous there and urged Shennong to go back. Shennong shook his head and said, "I can't go back! The people are hungry without food, sick without medical treatment, how can we go back!" He said and led the way into the canyon to the foot of a vast mountain.

This mountain is half stuck in the clouds, on all sides are knife cut cliffs, cliffs hanging waterfalls, long moss, slippery, it seems that there is no ladder to the sky is not on the go. The subjects again advised him to forget it and go back before it was too late.

Shennong shook his head: "I can't go back! The people are hungry without food, sick without medical treatment, how can we go back!" He stood on a small rocky hill and looked up and down at the high mountains, looking left and right, making ideas and thinking of ways. After that, people called the hill where he stood "Wangnongting".

Then he saw a few golden monkeys climbing along the ancient vines and the rotten trees that fell across the cliffs. Shennong had a bright idea! He immediately called his subjects to him and told them to cut wooden poles and rattan, and to build a shelf against the cliff.

One day to build a layer, from spring to summer, from fall to winter, regardless of wind and rain, or snow and ice, never stop working. It took a whole year and 360 layers to reach the top of the mountain. Legend has it that the scaffolding used by people to build buildings afterward was learned from Shennong's method.

Shennong, with his subjects, climbed the scaffolding and went to the top of the mountain! The mountain is really a world of flowers and plants, red, green, white, yellow, all kinds of colors, dense clusters. Shennong liked it so much that he told his subjects to guard against wolves, insects, tigers and leopards, and he personally picked the flowers and plants and put them in his mouth to taste.

In order to taste all kinds of herbs there, and to find food and medicine for the people, Shennong told his subjects to plant several rows of firs on the mountain as a wall to protect against wild animals, and to build thatched huts to live in within the wall. After that, people called the place where Shennong lived "Mucheng".

During the day, he led his subjects to the mountains to taste all kinds of herbs, and at night, he told them to build bonfires, which he wrote down in detail by the light of the fire: which herbs were bitter, which ones were hot, which ones were cool, which ones were good for feeding the hungry, and which ones were good for healing the sick, and all of these were written down in a clear and precise way.

On one occasion, he put a blade of grass into his mouth and tasted it, and then the sky turned and he fell down. His subjects rushed to help him sit up, and he realized that he had been poisoned, but he could no longer speak, so he used his last bit of strength to point to a bright red ganoderma lucidum herb in front of him, and then pointed to his mouth.

The subjects rushed to put the red lingzhi into their mouths and chewed it, feeding it into his mouth. Shennong ate the ganoderma herb, the poisonous gas was relieved, his head was not dizzy, and he could talk. From then on, people said that Lingzhi grass could bring the dead back to life.

The subjects were worried that it was too dangerous for him to taste the herb in this way, and they advised him to go back down the mountain. He shook his head again and said, "I can't go back! The people are hungry without food, sick without medical treatment, how can we go back!" After that, he tasted a hundred herbs.

After he tasted the flowers and grasses of one mountain, he went to another mountain to taste them, still using wooden poles to build a frame, climbing up. And he tasted them for seventy-nine days, and traveled over all the mountains and hills there.

He tasted wheat, rice, grain and sorghum to satisfy his hunger, and told his subjects to bring back the seeds for the people to plant, and these were the five grains that followed. He tasted out three hundred and sixty-five kinds of herbs and wrote the Shennong Ben Cao, telling his subjects to bring them back to cure the people of the world.

Shennong finished tasting the herbs, found the five grains to feed the people, and the herbs to cure their diseases, and came to Huishengzhai, ready to go back down the mountain. He looked around and saw that the wooden frames that had been built all over the mountain had disappeared.

Originally, the wooden poles of those shelves, the roots, rain and spitting buds, over the years, even grew into a vast sea of forests. Shennong is in trouble, suddenly the sky flew a flock of white cranes, he and the protection of a few subjects, picked up the heavenly court to go. From then on, Hui Sheng Zhai all year round, the fragrance filled.

In order to commemorate Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs, benefit the achievements of the people on earth, the people will be this piece of vast forest sea, named "Shennongjia". The village where Shennong ascended to heaven was renamed "Liuxiang Zhai".

4, Jingwei reclamation

Jingwei was originally the daughter of the sun god "Yandi", is a young girl. The people of the Middle Kingdom called the child "wa", this little girl, everyone called her "girl wa".

Yandi was not only in charge of the sun, but also in charge of grains and herbs, so his other name was "Shennong". Sometimes, people combined his two names and called him "Shennong Yan Di". Every morning, he would go to the East China Sea to command the sun to rise, and he would not return home until the sun went down.

The girl child was a good child who knew how to play by herself when her father was not at home. She used to run out into the fields in a pair of little red shoes and put lots of flowers on her head and dress up beautifully.

She watched the fiery red sun rise in the east from the fields, soaking up the sunshine with high spirits and admiring the patch of life around her. Everything grew in the sunlight, birds and animals rejoiced in the sunlight, and she felt proud that the light and warmth of the earth was brought to her by her father.

Sometimes she ran to the East China Sea to watch the sunrise, and she loved it when she saw the haze and light, and a red sun jumping out of the sea. So it was tempting to go and see where the sun rose beyond the East China Sea.

But the female child was too young for Emperor Yan to take her. Because the place where the sun rises is hundreds of millions of miles away from the East China Sea, in the "Ruins of Return", it is very hot, very hot, and children can't stand it.

The girl was always angry because of this. The mysterious ruins were too attractive. Once, she disobeyed her father and waited for him to leave, then jumped into the East China Sea and swam to the Ruins.

Swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming, at first she was very happy, swimming very vigorously. Then she swam farther and farther away, and then, unexpectedly, a wind and a wave came and swallowed up the girl.

The girl sank into the East China Sea and never came back.

But the spirit of the girl child did not die, she hated the evil waves of the sea, her elf turned into a bird, the wild flowers on her head turned into a pattern on her head, and the little red shoes on her feet turned into red claws, and she swore that she would fill up the East Sea!

In order to grow stronger, Jingwei then mated with Haiyan and reproduced their offspring, so that their spirit would be passed down from generation to generation, in order to continue the business of reclaiming the sea until it was filled up. The children born to Jingwei and Haiyan were female like Jingwei and male like Haiyan.

The bird of prey kept on bringing stones and branches from the western mountains and throwing them into the eastern sea. In the morning and at night, on this day and tomorrow, even in a stormy day, it traveled through the wind and rain.

Sometimes it got too close to the water, and once again the waves of the sea swallowed it up, but still it did not rest, and new Jingwei birds continued to come to reclaim the sea.

The Jingwei's reclamation alarmed the gods of heaven. The god of water, ****Gong, admired Jingwei's spirit, so he sent down a flood of water, which washed the mud and sand from the plateau into the sea, and churned up all the sea water. Thus, people called the yellow sea in the northern part of the East China Sea the "Yellow Sea".

When the sea realized that they really are in danger of being reclaimed, and hastened to take measures to push the sediment to the shore with the tides, the sediment settled on the shore, constituting a mudflat. When the sea is thick and big, people will enclose it and transform it into a good land.

People can't forget that this land was reclaimed by Jingwei, so they educate their children and grandchildren to love and protect birds for generations, to learn the spirit of Jingwei, and to strive unswervingly towards the set goal.

5, quartet chasing the sun

In ancient times, in the northern wilderness, there is a lofty and majestic, towering mountains, called Chengdu load days. Deep in the mountains, there lived a group of giants of great strength.

The leader of the group was the grandson of the god of the underworld, Hou Tu, and the son of Xin, and his name was Kua Fu. Therefore, this group of people was called the Kuafu Clan. They were strong and sturdy, tall and stout, with strong willpower and extraordinary vigor. They were also kind-hearted, hard-working and courageous, and lived a life of peace and freedom.

At that time, the earth was desolate, poisonous beasts were rampant, and people's lives were miserable. In order for the people of his tribe to survive, he led the people to fight against the floods and fierce beasts every day.

Kwafu used to hang the vicious yellow snakes he caught on his ears as decorations, and waved them in his hands to make himself proud.

One year the weather was so hot that the hot sun shone directly on the earth, killing the crops, scorching the trees, and drying up the rivers. The heat was unbearable, and the people of the Kwa'an tribe died in droves.

When Quafu saw this, he was very sad, and he looked up at the sun and told his people, "The sun is really abominable, I will catch up with the sun, catch it, and make it listen to human command." The clansmen listened and discouraged him.

Some said, "You mustn't go, the sun is so far away, you will die of exhaustion."

Some said, "The sun is so hot, you will be roasted to death."

Qua Fu's mind was made up, and he vowed to catch the sun so that it would do what the people told it to do and serve everyone. He looked at his sorrowful clan and said, "For the happiness of all, I must go!"

The sun had just risen from the sea, and Quafu bid farewell to his clan, and with great ambition, he took great strides after it from the edge of the East China Sea in the direction of the sun's rise, and began his journey against the sun.

The sun was moving fast in the sky, and Kuafu was chasing after it like the wind on the ground. He crossed a mountain and a river, and the earth was shaken by his footsteps and swayed back and forth.

When he was tired of running, he took a nap and shook the dirt from his shoes onto the ground, forming a big mountain of dirt. When he was hungry, he picked wild fruits to fill his stomach, and sometimes Quatre cooked. He used five stones to set up a pot, and these five stones, became five tripod mountains, thousands of meters high, which are called Wuyue.

Kwafu ran after the sun, and saw that he was getting closer and closer to the sun, and his confidence grew stronger and stronger. But the closer he got to the sun, the more thirsty he became, and it was no longer possible to quench his thirst by holding a river.

But he was not afraid, and kept encouraging himself, "Soon, it will be time to catch up with the sun, and people's lives will be happy."

After nine days and nine nights, at the place where the sun set, Quatre finally caught up with it.

The red, hot ball of fire was right in front of Quaestor's eyes, and above him, ten thousand rays of golden light, bathed him.

Kwa-Fu was overwhelmed with joy and opened his arms to embrace the sun. But the sun was blazing hot, and Quafu felt thirsty and tired. So he ran to the Yellow River and drank the water of the Yellow River in one gulp, but still his thirst was not quenched.

So he ran to the Wei River and drank all its water, but his thirst was still not quenched; and he ran northward to the great swamp that stretches for thousands of miles, and which contained enough water to quench his thirst.

But the river was so far away that he died of thirst halfway there before he could reach it.

When Quafu was dying, his heart was filled with regret, and he was still holding on to his people, so he threw the wooden staff he was holding out. Where the staff landed, a large, lush peach forest sprang up.

The forest flourished all year round, providing shade for the passers-by, and producing fresh peaches to quench the thirst of the hard-working people, so that they could eliminate their fatigue and embark on their journey with energy.