Scene1
Once in China there lived an old widow and her son, Chen. The widow was known all over for the brocades that she made on her loom. Weaving threads of silver, gold, and colored silk into her cloth, she made pictures of flowers, birds, and animals. Pictures so real they seemed almost alive. People said there were no brocades finer than the ones the widow wove. One day, the widow took a pile of brocades to the marketplace, where she quickly sold them. Then she went about buying her household needs.
WIDOW: Oh, my!
Her eye had been caught by a beautiful painted scroll that hung in one of the stalls. It showed a marvelous palace, all red and yellow and blue and green, reaching delicately to the sky. All around were fantastic gardens, and walking through them, the loveliest maidens.
STALL KEEPER: Do you like it? It’s a painting of Sun Palace. They say it lies far to the east and is the home of many fairy ladies.
WIDOW: (sighs) It’s wonderful. It makes me want to be there. (pays and takes it)
WIDOW: (weakly) Chen, you must find the brocade and bring it back. I cannot live without it.
CHEN: Don’t worry, Mother. I’ll go at once.
Scene5
Chen gathered a few things and started to the east.He walked for hours, then days, then weeks. But there was no sign of the brocade. One day, Chen came upon a lonely hut. Sitting by the door was an old, leather-skinned woman smoking a pipe. A horse was grazing nearby.
OLD WOMAN: Hello, deary. What brings you so far from home?
CHEN: I’m looking for my mother’s brocade. The wind carried it to the east.
OLD WOMAN: Ah, yes. The brocade of Sun Palace! Well, that wind was sent by the fairy ladies of the palace itself. They’re using the brocade as a pattern for their weaving.
CHEN: But my mother will die without it!
OLD WOMAN: Well, then, you had best get it back! But you won’t get to Sun Palace by foot, so you’d better ride my horse. It will show you the way.
CHEN: Thank you!
Scene2
hough it cost most of her money, the widow could not resist buying the scroll. When she got back to her cottage, she showed it to her son.
WIDOW: Look, Chen. Have you ever seen anything more beautiful? How I would love to live in that palace, or at least visit it!
CHEN: Mother, why don’t you weave the picture as a brocade? That would be almost like being there.
CHEN: Mother, why don’t you weave the picture as a brocade? That would be almost like being there.
WIDOW: Why, Chen, what a marvelous idea! I’ll start at once.
She set up her loom and began to weave.
Scene3
She worked for hours, then days, then weeks, barely stopping to eat or sleep. Her eyes grew bloodshot, and her fingers raw.
CHEN: (anxiously) Mother, shouldn’t you get more rest?
WIDOW: Oh, Chen, it’s so hard to stop. While I weave, I feel like I’m there at Sun Palace. And I don’t want to come away!
Because the widow no longer wove brocades to sell, Chen cut firewood and sold that instead. Months went by, while inch by inch the pattern appeared on the loom. One day, Chen came in to find the loom empty and the widow sobbing.
CHEN: (in alarm) What’s wrong, Mother?
She looked at him tearfully.
WIDOW: (plaintively) I finished it.
The brocade was laid out on the floor. And there it all was—the palace reaching to the sky, the beautiful gardens, the lovely fairy ladies.
Scene4
CHEN: (in amazement) It looks so real. I feel like I could step into it!
Just then, a sudden wind whipped through the cottage. It lifted the brocade, blew it out the window, and carried it through the air. The widow and her son rushed outside, only to watch the brocade disappear into the east.
WIDOW: It’s gone!
And the widow fainted away.
OLD WOMAN: Um, The is map. You just go follow it.
CHEN: (daunted yet determined) I must get back my mother’s brocade.
OLD WOMAN: (approvingly) Good bye.
Sene6
Finally they reached the far shore.
LI-EN: (graciously) My name is Li-en, and I welcome you. You are the first mortal ever to reach our palace. What good fortune brings you here?
CHEN: Dear lady, I have come for my mother’s brocade.
LI-EN: (looks up at him in delight) So you are the widow’s son! How we admire that brocade! None of us has been able to match it. We wish to keep it here till we can.
CHEN: But I must bring it home, or my mother will die!
LI-EN: 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.
CHEN: (joyfully) Thank you, dear lady!
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Scene1 Once in China there lived an old widow and her son, Chen. The widow was known all over for the brocades that she made on her loom. Weaving threads of silver, gold, and colored silk into her cloth, she made pictures of flowers, birds, and animals. Pictures so real they seemed almost alive. People said there were no brocades finer than the ones the widow wove. One day, the widow took a pile of brocades to the marketplace, where she quickly sold them. Then she went about buying her household needs.WIDOW: Oh, my! Her eye had been caught by a beautiful painted scroll that hung in one of the stalls. It showed a marvelous palace, all red and yellow and blue and green, reaching delicately to the sky. All around were fantastic gardens, and walking through them, the loveliest maidens.STALL KEEPER: Do you like it? It’s a painting of Sun Palace. They say it lies far to the east and is the home of many fairy ladies.WIDOW: (sighs) It’s wonderful. It makes me want to be there. (pays and takes it) WIDOW: (weakly) Chen, you must find the brocade and bring it back. I cannot live without it.CHEN: Don’t worry, Mother. I’ll go at once. Scene5 Chen gathered a few things and started to the east.He walked for hours, then days, then weeks. But there was no sign of the brocade. One day, Chen came upon a lonely hut. Sitting by the door was an old, leather-skinned woman smoking a pipe. A horse was grazing nearby.OLD WOMAN: Hello, deary. What brings you so far from home?CHEN: I’m looking for my mother’s brocade. The wind carried it to the east.OLD WOMAN: Ah, yes. The brocade of Sun Palace! Well, that wind was sent by the fairy ladies of the palace itself. They’re using the brocade as a pattern for their weaving.CHEN: But my mother will die without it!OLD WOMAN: Well, then, you had best get it back! But you won’t get to Sun Palace by foot, so you’d better ride my horse. It will show you the way.CHEN: Thank you!Scene2 hough it cost most of her money, the widow could not resist buying the scroll. When she got back to her cottage, she showed it to her son.WIDOW: Look, Chen. Have you ever seen anything more beautiful? How I would love to live in that palace, or at least visit it!CHEN: Mother, why don’t you weave the picture as a brocade? That would be almost like being there.CHEN: Mother, why don’t you weave the picture as a brocade? That would be almost like being there.WIDOW: Why, Chen, what a marvelous idea! I’ll start at once. She set up her loom and began to weave. Scene3 She worked for hours, then days, then weeks, barely stopping to eat or sleep. Her eyes grew bloodshot, and her fingers raw.CHEN: (anxiously) Mother, shouldn’t you get more rest?WIDOW: Oh, Chen, it’s so hard to stop. While I weave, I feel like I’m there at Sun Palace. And I don’t want to come away! Because the widow no longer wove brocades to sell, Chen cut firewood and sold that instead. Months went by, while inch by inch the pattern appeared on the loom. One day, Chen came in to find the loom empty and the widow sobbing.CHEN: (in alarm) What’s wrong, Mother? She looked at him tearfully.WIDOW: (plaintively) I finished it. The brocade was laid out on the floor. And there it all was—the palace reaching to the sky, the beautiful gardens, the lovely fairy ladies.Scene4CHEN: (in amazement) It looks so real. I feel like I could step into it! Just then, a sudden wind whipped through the cottage. It lifted the brocade, blew it out the window, and carried it through the air. The widow and her son rushed outside, only to watch the brocade disappear into the east.WIDOW: It’s gone! And the widow fainted away.OLD WOMAN: Um, The is map. You just go follow it.CHEN: (daunted yet determined) I must get back my mother’s brocade.OLD WOMAN: (approvingly) Good bye.Sene6 Finally they reached the far shore.LI-EN: (graciously) My name is Li-en, and I welcome you. You are the first mortal ever to reach our palace. What good fortune brings you here?CHEN: Dear lady, I have come for my mother’s brocade.LI-EN: (looks up at him in delight) So you are the widow’s son! How we admire that brocade! None of us has been able to match it. We wish to keep it here till we can.CHEN: But I must bring it home, or my mother will die!LI-EN: 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.CHEN: (joyfully) Thank you, dear lady! ----------THE END ----------
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