Children's Stories from Ancient Chinese Poetry 4: Echoes of Time (2)
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I live in an ancient era, during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a time of boundless splendor. Back then, this place was shaded by green trees and adorned with blooming flowers, filled with the sights and sounds of singing orioles and swaying swallows. I was young and beautiful, full of vitality, enjoying sitting in the garden telling stories to the little flowers and grasses. 0
 
Now, I am very old, with gray hair and many more wrinkles on my face. Yet, I still love to sit in the garden and share stories with the little flowers and grasses, reminiscing about the glorious past. Whenever I tell a story, many children gather around me, eager to hear those distant tales. These kids love listening to my stories and often ask me many questions. 0
 
One little boy named A Lin is particularly curious. After each story, he always pesters me with endless questions. “Grandma Mei Mei, what happened next? What about that consort?” A Lin asks with wide, curious eyes. 0
 
Looking at this adorable boy before me fills my heart with joy and warmth. I cherish his inquisitive eyes and his innocent nature. “Well…” I slowly begin to narrate the story, my voice gentle and deep, flowing like a winding mountain stream. 0
 
A Lin listens quietly, his eyes growing wider and his mouth agape as if he were witnessing the extraordinary scenes from the story. “Wow! That’s amazing!” he exclaims when I finish telling the tale. Seeing his astonished expression brings me great happiness. 0
 
“Grandma, are these stories true?” A Lin asks. “Of course they are,” I reply with a smile and a nod. “Wow! Then I really wish to see those sights,” A Lin's eyes sparkle with excitement. “As long as you are willing, you can see those sights,” I say. 0
 
 
"Really?" Little Jie looked at me with great surprise. 0
I nodded affirmatively and said to him, "You must take good care of them and let them be passed down through generations." 0
"Mm!" A Lin nodded firmly. 0
From that day on, A Lin often came to me to listen to stories. 0
He took notes while I told the stories. 0
He recorded all the tales and organized them into storybooks. 0
Little Jie took the storybooks to school, to the library, and to all the places he loved to visit. 0
He hoped everyone could hear these stories and see these beautiful scenes. 0
Watching A Lin busy at work, a kind smile appeared on my face. 0
I knew my stories would not disappear; they would continue to be passed down, shining brightly forever. 0
"There used to be many palace maids coming and going here; they would play in the garden and chat in the corridors. The flowers bloomed beautifully, each one more stunning than the last, filling the garden with their fragrance." 0
I spoke slowly, my thoughts drifting back to the past. 0
"At that time, the entire Palace was very lively. The palace maids were busy every day, but they were all very happy because their lives were fulfilling." 0
As I spoke, a smile unconsciously appeared on my lips. 0
"The flowers in the garden back then bloomed large and vibrant, making the whole garden seem like it was smiling." 0
Before my eyes, that beautiful garden seemed to reappear, with those lovely flowers competing to bloom, captivating and bringing joy to all who saw them. 0
"However, as time passed, this liveliness and vitality gradually faded away." 0
 
 
 
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