| Once in China there lived an old widow and her son, Chen. The widow used to make brocades to live. |
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| One day, the widow went to the market to sell brocades, when she finished, she saw a wonderful painting. |
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| Its wonderful. It makes me want to be there. | |
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| Do you like it? Its a painting of Sun Palace. They say it lies far to the east and is the home of many fairy ladies. | |
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| She bought it and when she got back to her cottage, she showed it to her son. |
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| Look, Chen. Have you ever seen anything more beautiful? How I would love to live in that palace, or at least visit it! | |
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| Mother, why dont you weave the picture as a brocade? That would be almost like being there. | |
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