The Magic Paintbrush｜神笔马良

中国民间故事 Long long ago there was a boy named Ma Liang He was very poor and could not afford a brush But he loved painting more than his own life He drew flying birds on the sand He drew swimming fish on the rocks They looked so real as if they would fly away His persistence moved the heavens An old immortal with a white beard appeared in his dream giving him a brush He said only paint for the poor Ma Liang woke up holding a golden brush He painted a rooster on the wall Crow It jumped down greeting the sun The village was dry so he painted a waterwheel Clear water flowed into the fields The poor people smiled for the first time But the greedy Emperor heard the news He captured Ma Liang and seized the brush He wanted a mountain of gold But he only painted cold stones Because the magic brush hates a greedy heart The Emperor was furious forcing Ma Liang to paint Ma Liang looked at him like looking at a clown He nodded and said I will paint for you Ma Liang waved the brush but not a mountain He painted a boundless sea deep and blue The Emperor shouted where is my gold In the middle of the sea Ma Liang painted a golden island It was piled high with the gold he dreamed of But how do I get there The Emperor roared Ma Liang smiled faintly and painted a big wooden ship The Emperor and his soldiers climbed onto the ship They set sail staring at the gold Wind Ma Liang painted the wind Faster More wind The Emperor yelled Ma Liang's eyes turned cold He painted a black storm Giant waves pounced on the ship like beasts The ship turned over and greed sank into the sea The ocean returned to peace Ma Liang went back to his village He still wore old clothes painting for the poor Actually there is no magic brush in the world When your heart is full of love and justice every brush in your hand can create the most beautiful miracle前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动