Korean folk story: the legend of Kidalé
at the beginning of each spring, when the trees of the long white mountains of ice and snow are not awakening from hibernation, there is a pink flair of snow and heat and a red fire.
the koreans call it "kundalay".
kindalai belongs to the dudak class because it is early and is known as springflower, hard mountain red.
“the dwarves in the sky are cuckoo birds and the dungs in the ground are kidalai.” in the eyes of the korean people, kidalai is more lovely than any flower, because it symbolizes the national spirit of steadfastness, tenacity, courage and struggle.
the history of this flower is a sad myth among korean compatriots.
a long time ago, my brother and sister, who had lost their parents since they were children, lived under the mountain.
they will cut wood, and they will grow a hard day in the land, and they will live on each other.
at that time, the court was squeezing and oppressing the people, and the local officials were scavenging and scavenging.
what a natural and man-made disaster, and the people don't talk, and the government chooses beautiful women for sacrifice.
this year, my sister was unfortunately chosen by the authorities and will be sacrificed.
the sister was unable to leave her brother, who could not bear to watch her die in vain, but was unable to escape to the mountains.
the day of sacrifice has passed, and the mountains have been surrounded by soldiers and soldiers.
when there was no escape for the brothers and the sisters, a silver-haired old man gave them two treasures: a white horse and a sword, and they fled.
the villagers are also anxious for the brothers and sisters, who are riding white horses, fighting the soldiers with their swords, and they're coming to help.
under the leadership of the brothers and sisters, the men and women of the mountains were defeated and then stormed into the palace, opened the barn and divided the food.
the court heard that he had sent heavy soldiers to suppress him, killed his sister and the white horse, and took my brother back to the village and beheaded.
on the way, the brother walked in the snow with the wind, and his body was bled with flesh and skin, with red footprints, all over the cliffs and mountains.
he died in the valley before he got home.
soon, on the hilltops that my brother walked, on the land marked with bloodmarks, many strange mountain flowers were born, and pink colours were fragrances.
it's so hot, it's so hot in cold ice.
because of its pretence of the spring, the people of the long white mountains, and especially korean compatriots, have enjoyed it.
the flowers are described in a way as “platinum dalai” and used as a spring messenger.
until now, when one looks at it, one remembers that sad history, and then looks at kidalai as a steadfast and tenacious nation-line and as a symbol of beauty, happiness and blessing.
it is therefore self-evident that korean men, women and children respect the deep-seated meaning of kidalé。