| Chen walked to the east by many time, looking for the brocade, but there wasn't any sign. But one day Chen came to a hut where lived an old woman. |
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 | Im looking for my mothers brocade. The wind carried it to the east. My mother will die without it. | |
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| Well, then, you had best get it back! But you wont get to Sun Palace by foot, so youd better ride my horse. It will show you the way. | |
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| It wasnt long then till they came to Sun Palace. It looked just like his mothers brocade! Sitting there at looms were dozens of fairy ladies, who turned to stare at him, then whispered to each other excitedly. On each loom was a copy of his mothers brocade, and the brocade itself hung in the center of the room. |
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| Dear lady, I have come for my mothers brocade. I must bring it home, or my mother will die! | |
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| We surely must not let that happen to her. Only let us keep the brocade for the rest of the day, so we can try to finish our own. Tomorrow you may take it back with you. | |
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| The next day he took the brocade and return with his mother. He traveled as fastest as he can and finally he arrived home. At he end the widow went to live with the fairy ladies. |
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| Mother, I brought it. | |
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| My brocade! | |
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