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December 3, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Chang’e Flying to the Moon

Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival Stories

Long, long ago, there were ten suns in the sky. The suns burnt all the plants and people were dying on Earth, until one day excellent archer Hou Yi used his bow and arrows to shoot down nine of the suns. Earth was saved, and people flocked to learn archery from Hou Yi.

The Western Queen Mother gave Hou Yi a bottle of elixir that could make one person immortal. Although Hou Yi did want to become immortal, he wanted to stay with his wife Chang’e more. Therefore, he just kept it at home.

Pang Meng, one of his students, tried to seize the elixir when Hou Yi wasn’t at home. Faced with greedy Pang Meng, Chang’e decided to drink the elixir. It made her fly to the moon where she would stay forever.

To remember her and pray to her, Hou Yi and others started to worship the moon with many offerings.

Chang’e’s image usually appears on Mid-Autumn Festival pictures. Children in China are told that Chang’e is still living on the moon. And on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when the moon is bright, children try their best to find the shape of Chang’e on the moon.


October 4, 2017 at 3:25 pm Leave a comment


Esta seca la tierra
sediento el monte
No se ve ni una nube en el horizonte
En el pasto agotado se mueren las flores
Colibrí, no hay nectar para sus pichones.
Ven lluvia ven, ven…
Dime Pachamama que debo hacer,
mis dos pajaritos tienen mucha sed.
La diosa responde, vuela hacia el mar.
Adios mis pichones, ya vuelve mamá.
Sale una orca del profundo mar,
con agua dulce una vasija llenará.
Colibrí con el agua vuela hacia su hogar,
sin saber que la sigue una nube del mar.
Ven lluvia, ven, ven…
Por fin la mamá llega hasta su nido
donde agonizan sus pichoncitos.
No le queda fuerzas para levantar
la vasija de barro que ha traido del mar.
Ven lluvia, ven, ven…
Un anciano llegó, quiere ayudar
más le tiembla la mano y derrama el agua.
Colibrí agotado, muerta de sed
su cabezita deja caer.
Ven lluvia, ven,ven…
En ese instante la nube del mar
llena de agua y empieza a llorar
Bebe la tierra, se abren las flores
Bebe la madre y sus pichones.
Ven lluvia, ven, ven…
Ven lluvia, ven, ven…


September 28, 2017 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Cien caballitos / Little Horses

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C was…

by Edmund Dulac: Lyrics Pathetic & Humorous


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C’est Chic!

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C’est l’été !

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