North Korean folk story: history of Kindarais

every year when the spring begins, the gutters of the long white mountains turn and the twilights rise with pink golden flowers.

there's a beautiful legend going on in the area of the new guests.

a long time ago, it was said, in a small hill village under the long white mountain, there was an orphan named kim.

to be adopted by a good neighbour.

although the neighbours were poor, the old two had to eat a piece of meat for the first time in the summer, fearing that he would be hot and freezing in the winter, and the folks said that the old two treated jin like sons.

speaking of kim's son, he can shoot a good arrow at the age of 15, a tiger, a leopard, a rabbit, a pheasant.

the two of them lived for a long time and only had an only daughter, who happened to be the same age as kim and named da-wei.

no one in the neighborhood doesn't have a thumb.

she's so handsome that when she sees a flower, she's so ashamed, and when she sees a moon, she's so smart, she's so smart, she embroidered flowers that she can blow out her scent, she's a bee, she's a bird, she can blink, she can slap her wings.

how many girls are jealous of her, how many young people are thinking about him and it tickles; how many mediamen are asking for a family, the threshold of half a foot has been broken, the bolt of the cow's skin has been broken, and kodalai is always smiling.

she's got a clear heart.

the boys were talking about it, the girls were lying behind their backs, but people knew it all along.

kim and dallay are paired under the sun, and under the oil lamp, they're like one person.

gin's going to shovel the ground, dalai's going to hunt, dalai's coming home with bows and arrows, and dalai's coming home with hot rice...

without a rainbow, without a matchmaker.

don't look at kim and dalley so well.

it's just you.

i meant it, but i have it, i can't talk about it.

but the girl is more clever than the boy: dalai has embroidered a phoenix and asked kim if she's doing well.

what else should i do? kim said that the phoenix was well embroidered, and that it should have a hundred birds embroidered on it.

dalai went hunting with kim and met two deers drinking water.

darlene asked kim, "look at what's ahead." kim answered: "there are two deer brothers in front." it doesn't say "two pairs." it's time to get married, as long as the years are running and jin and dalai are so respectful to each other.

or the best knowledge of the hearts of parents.

"we've spent the rest of our lives and we haven't given you any family, except for one sentence: you've been very close to each other since you were kids, and you'll get married when we're dead, and we'll be able to keep our eyes closed." after the parents left the world.

kim and darlene were crying all day long.

but people are always buried when they're dead.

kimTalk to Dallay about it, and finally, Dalley made an idea: selling paintings.

It was the spring when the ice and snow melted, the willows were green, and the two bellbirds fell on the willows with a soft chord.

Kim finished the ink, made the paper, saw the magic pen flipping on and down, painted it, and suddenly the wind stopped and the birds of the tree stopped barking.

And guess what, the Belingbird flew out of the tree into the painting, and a Brethren Elm.

Kim rolled it up and ran to the market.

Through the crowded crowds, an open area was found, the painting was opened up and there was no need to sell it, and it came as a result that Kim was surrounded by water, and there was an sighs in the crowd.

At that point, a man with a sharp-sniffed gill triangle got into the crowd and started screaming at the drawings.

You guys just look, don't you catch the two birds, and you'll fly?" He said he jumped on the painting and grabbed the bird, and he touched the mud.

The people around him were happy to stand up, and he rubbed his eyes to see that it was a painting.

This man is a traitor in the city of Kyoto and can't let go of such a noble painting.

"The painting of God! The painting of God!" They opened up the money, they didn't even ask for the price, and they came up with the silver, and they came up in front of Kim, and they were afraid that someone else would grab him and roll up the painting.

Where's Jin? Bury the old man, and you're leaving.

But the scoundrel gathered his paintings, wrinkled his head, and blocked Kim's way: “Young man, as the saying goes, the geese speak in silence, the name of the man.

It's good, but it's good to know who it is, who it is, who it is, who it is, where it is." Kim told him the name and residence of Dalai when she had an urgent matter and could not think.

The scavenging dealer's mouths were full of names and a smile.

What are you laughing at? I can't believe I can get such a painting in such a small mountain ditch, and I'm sure I'll get a lot of money if I go back and give it to the king.

I've learned who the painter is, so I can make a lot of money.

The more he wanted to be happy, the next morning he headed for the small village of Dalai.

The concierge went to the door of Dalai ' s house and had a deliberate cough on his chin.

The twigs that were working in the kitchen thought they were gold.

They were rushing to wipe their hands out with their aprons.

Dallay was in a hurry to turn his back and ask, "Sir, what do you want?" And yet, while the concubine has not answered, he stares directly at the face of Dalai, one willow eye, two audacious eyes, one moon-like face plate, two petals of lips, and white-faced without balms, and without flair, neither one of the seventy-two crowns in the palace can be compared with her.

This beauty has caught the soul of the traitor, and he only spat and forgot to answer.

Dalai asked again, "He's just waking up from a dream and he says he's here to buy a painting." Darryl saw this guy with a bad eye, he said three days later