Tan Jinshan the Story King

there's a mountain in the north-east, there's a mortuary beneath it, and there's a great man, a great man, and he's got a belly story, and if he says one every day, it'll be three years.

tan zhenshan, 81 years old.

i've got more than a thousand stories in my teens.

"madam's folk story" was chosen in 2006 for the national intangible cultural heritage protection list

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tan jinshan: storydown.

there is a great deal of outsiders on this occasion.

it's not bad to tell a story, to hear it, to hear it.

if there's a lot of girls in that place, and they're listening to it, you talk more about it, talk more about it, talk more about it, hear more about it.

master tan is smart and has amazing memory, a story he can remember after hearing, and a single one for decades.

tan jinshan: the first story that my grandmother told me, the smallest, was about what he began to tell, the old tiger mother, the door fork.

when i was little and didn't know anything, i wondered if there was really a tiger mother.

then the grown-up told me there's nothing true about tiger mother.

grandma made tan jinshan likes to listen to stories, and an old talent he met when he was 12.

tan zhenshan: old shushan, he likes to tell stories, he's over 70 years old, i'm only 12 years old, i'm only 12, i'm not whispering, i'm listening, his old daughter is older than me, he's seven or eight years older, and he says to me, "tang zhenshan is so listenable, can you remember?" i said, "i'm like, i'm trying to tell you everything, although it's not as good as he is, it's almost as old as he is, and he's happy to hear you every day." there are poems in the story of the

talent, and there's a match, and this is something that tan jinshan, who just entered the school hall, found that he couldn't find in grandma's story.

listen to the story when you meet a friend and tell him that tan jinshan has become a famous story king and that he has no idea how many stories he can tell himself.

in the fields, outside the village, especially when the farmers are busy, the trees east of the tan family became tan jinshan's special event.

tan zhenshan: there is no loss in the words of the story, and in the middle of the night you call for peace.

tsang zhenshan is a man of virtue, and no one knows the name of this old story king.

no one can ask for a match, no one can ask him for it, no one can ask him for it, no one can talk to him。in the words of village officials, "who wants to show their face?" tan zhenshan: the old park brothers at the village's entrance are so old, the brothers are so poor because there are more walls at the door, he's so small, i've heard, i'm there, and you two are there because the wall is too strong for you, and today he's going to pick them up tomorrow, i'll tell them that:

: his name is li lianbo, his brother li liantin, and li lianpo was in beijing, and he was not so small, he was so nice.

they have a neighbor named wang ji-ho.

after heavy rains in june of this year, they had a north street wall.

the northern wall of the street is not a proper pile.

he called li lian ting, saying that your father died early and that you had a five-foot place for us.

my dad died with a suicide note.

wang took out his father's suicide note.

look at the old labacht.

it's written in detail.

it says five feet, it's a borderstone.

you can find the boundary stone, you can get a lot of help, dig it up, dig it up, and it's a big stone, and it's written in two words, and there's a stone, and there's a five-foot place.

i couldn't help but write a letter and go to beijing and find my brother.

it was not three days before the fast horse arrived, as li lianbo wrote, saying, "the teary family's book came to kyoto and told my brother, my father, that he had been taken over by a three-step grave." it's funny when there's a poem in the story, and then li lianbo looks at the wall three steps away, and we can't fight.

we're officials, and what good is he doing? you go back and let my brother do my thing, get it back.

there's a lot of people.

open the letter.

“it is no harm to keep a few feet away from a few miles of books, and the great wall is here today, without the qin emperor.” the great wall is still there.

the qin emperor is long gone.

li lin ting's brother is in charge, if you don't tell him, say, uncle wang, you'll be fine.

wang, i'm not sure i'm right.

i didn't expect so many people.

he went into the house to shed tears.

he said he was sorry, but he made false evidence.

when the stones were buried, the first spring after the house had been installed, the stone which he had dug and which he had written later.

i found out that i couldn't stand the conscience of others, that i found it too damn good, that i said the next day that i didn't want to say anything else, that it was my fault, that i wrote a poem to your brother and asked him to send it, that “my father's note may not be true, falsely testifying to the three-step consciences and the undermining of the border stone, and that it was difficult for me to see my friend's neighbour.” say i'm sorry to my neighbour.

the closer they were, the closer they were, the closer they were, the more they became relatives, and the grandson of wang zihu became the daughter-in-law of li.

they're made relatives.

tan jinshan: i laughed at them after i told them the story, and the boss said, "we can't learn, we can't win, we can't leave." brother says i don't have you.

what's the matter? and i don't want you to be cheap.

they're being humbled.

this old man, who lived in shenyang's black land for more than 80 years, made a miracle。professor jiang fan of liaoning university has studied tan zhenshan for 18 years, and according to her statistics, the old man's stories of morality, life and legend amount to more than 1,000 stories, all of which he can write down, and which involve poetry and symmetry.

his folk stories reflect thousands of years of folk culture, known as oral literature, and even foreigners are very interested in his stories.

but master tan, with thousands of stories in his head, won't even accept a student.

we don't have much power in the country.

we can't tell the truth.

it's a story.

one can, none can.

that's what i'm thinking, it's true that once a country really wants this story, it's good for me, because memory doesn't work out.

in writing, my thousand stories are written in books, and it's history.

i'm sorry