Magic Brush, Wonderful Dreams

The lone bamboo rooted in the Tai Mountain.

I was a 500-year-old green bamboo sprite. Deep in the mountain, I cultivated to be a human and saw a lively world lying underneath the mountain.

It was some place with bright blossoms and green willows, jewelries and treasures, as well as endless wines and gourmet food, and good-looking men and women were everywhere.

I left the mountain and transformed myself into a wealthy lady, a dethroned young man, an old geezer who told fortunes, a wandering beggar, or a story teller in the tavern who dressed in green.

I was having so much fun in this world with different identities and finally, one day, I found someone I adored…