Liang kept drawing and the wind got stronger. “Make the wind stronger so I can get there faster,” he said to Liang. The rich man stretched his arms out to grab the golden mountain. He said to Liang,” Now draw me a wind to take the boat to the mountain.” Liang began to draw a wind, and the boat set sail. The rich man climbed aboard the boat and stood in the bow facing the golden mountain. And he drew a golden dragon boat that was even bigger and more beautiful than the emperor’s boat. “I’ll draw you a boat to get to the mountain,” said Liang. “Yes!” he said, “That’s much better! But the mountain is far from here. When the rich man saw the mountain shining in gold his eyes lit up like two yellow suns. “I’ll show you.” Liang drew the golden mountain on the other side of the sea. “The mountain is on the other side of the sea.” replied Liang. “Why did you draw the sea?” said the rich man, “I told you to draw the mountain. “I want to go there and get lots of gold.” What he didn’t say out loud was, “And then I will be the richest man in the kingdom, richer even than the emperor himself!” “Paint me a golden mountain,” said the rich man. He said, “I will help you, but you must let me go.” He didn’t want to help, but he wanted to be free. Liang knew that this rich man was not a good man. When Liang stood before him he said, “If you draw some pictures for me and they become real, I will let you go free.” The rich man figured there must be some special secret that he didn’t know about, so he sent for Liang. He drew a lot of pictures, but not one picture became real. The rich man wanted to show off his power so he invited some friends to his house. He sent some of his * thugs to Liang’s home, where they captured Liang and put him in prison. This man decided to steal Liang’s paintbrush. It wasn’t long before a rich man who lived near the village heard about Liang’s magic paintbrush, and thought he would use it to make himself richer than the emperor. 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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