♪ About the Southern folk story ♪

on the outskirts of the south-west of the city, there is a beautiful round hill, a rolling river beneath which nine beautiful and kind golden dragons live.

little golden dragon swims and plays in the river.

they call it the kowloon river.

on the south bank of the kowloon river, there is a beautiful village in which many good working people have grown their fields and lived in peace for generations.

one of them was a hard-working and brave young man named shiba, and another smart and beautiful girl named kim.

one day, when the weather was clear, the nine little golden dragons were playing in the river, and suddenly, the wind, the wind, the clouds, the waves, the waves came from there, and the dragons were prowling, as if they were going to swallow them all.

the smart little golden dragon can't beat the dragon.

when the dragon saw the small golden dragon flee, it took over the river, swayed the river, swept it up, swept the west bank and drowned the well-fielded villages.

the people of the village had to help the old and the young to flee to the round hills, and the dragons had to see the people fear it, and it was even more pitiful for them, so that the river could rise and rise again, and so that the people who fled would go up the round mountain and eat as a snack! it was too late, and it was fast, the hundred leaf slashed the knife, jumped into the water, cut it to the dragon, cut down the deadly part of the dragon's waist, and screamed in pain.

the tail of the dragon was swirling across the leaves, the leaves were flashing to the side, and the knife was cut again, and the dragon was sore that it was rolling in the water.

on the shore, with the people who were calling for help, they saw that the leaf was in danger, and they jumped in the water to help them with all that they had to do, and they pounced at the dragons, poking at the heart of the dragons, and the dragons struggled so hard that they could wipe the gold with their tails, and drowned with them.

at that time, the water retreated and the people ran down the mountain to find the leaves and the gold, but they did not find it.

just where they fought the dragon, there were two very beautiful strange flowers whose name was unknown to everyone, because it grew in the water, and it was called "the daffodils".

later, these two flowers, identically identical, opened two different flowers, one of which was six white petals, one of which was a golden little one, which was called a “golde” and the other of which was a six white flower petals, but in the middle there were a few small petals with tiny yellow wrinkles, which were called “leafs”.

since then, daffodils have flourished at the foot of the round mountain。