The mirror story
Once upon a time, a simple man named Wang lived in a village in long
ago early Han times. Only a narrow, rough path led to this village, so
merchants, officials, and travellers rarely visited. To sell his
charcoal, Wang knew he must become the traveller, and make the journey
to the city.
Wang shouldered his long carrying pole. At each end, swung wide
bamboo baskets stacked high with charcoal. "What present would you like
me to bring you," he asked his pretty young wife.

"A comb!" she cried. "A beautiful comb like those of the imperial
court!" The combs they used in the country at that time were made of
wood. "A comb like that!" she cried, pointing to the crescent of the
golden moon.
After a long trip, Wang arrived safely at the city gates. He sold his
charcoal for a good price. Made bold by the string of cash he now
carried, he looked around the city for his wife's present. The city was
so very pretty, with banners of red and yellow and green and blue hung
from shop fronts and balconies. It was very noisy with the racket of
shop men and shouting buyers.
Wang rubbed his chin. What was it his wife had wanted? He had
forgotten! Perhaps a pair of leather slippers? Or a warm fur coat? It
was getting dark.
The shops would soon be closed. Early in the morning, he had to
return to the village. Suddenly, he noticed the moon. It was round, so
very round. She wanted something round, he thought. He looked in shop
after shop for something to make his young wife happy.
Suddenly, he spotted the perfect gift. He wrapped his purchase in a
piece of cotton cloth and hurried off, with only one bow to the
shopkeeper. Wang had bought a mirror. He did not even know what a mirror
was. He only knew that it was round. |