The Dragon and the Phoenix

Yangshao never knew what woke him from his thousand year sleep under the frozen taiga. His muscular, golden legs and long limber back snapped and creaked. His lungs filled with crisp, clean air, as he emerged from deep under the ice. Brilliant lights at the far horizon drew his sharp dragon eyes south. The night sky filled with swirling reds, yellows and oranges, and these colors reminded him of his best friend, Xin-Yin, the Phoenix. Brilliant blue star shapes expanded, filling the sky as the other colors faded.

Yangshao’s back rippled side to side like a snake as he flew up and over the larch and birch forest, his vertebrae cracking like saplings in an ice storm. His golden claws clenched and released, easing their stiffness, then reached up to itch between his horns. His whiskers trembled in the cold wind, and he started to feel alive, his senses filling with the forest fragrance. He brushed the tips of snow-laden spruce trees for the joy the showering powder gave him. He felt his magic renewed from his long years of slumber.

His senses expanded over the lands searching for Xin-Yin. Where was she? He flew lazily toward the distant lights. He and Xin-Yin had parted on a quarrel. She had wanted to see distant lands, and Yangshao had wanted to gaze always on the Xiao Hinggan mountains of his birth. Their words had wounded. Xin-Yin accused him of fear, of letting the draining ages make him weak, like a stagnant pool poisoned with its stillness. Yangshao had blasted her with his hot rage, calling her disloyal and a cruel betrayer. On waking, her absence was a hole in his heart, an empty place of wanting. He regretted his bitter words. The passing centuries had shown him that he had misjudged her. He no longer heard her voice. His ears filled only with the sound of the howling, Siberian wind.

Harbin Ice Festival

Harbin Ice Festival used with kind permission of Donicia

His wings took him over lands he remembered as bare taiga and farmland, but now he saw houses and roads. The closer he came to the colorful lights, the more tightly packed and larger were the houses. Louder grew the bangs that preceded the dazzling bursts of color, like the night sky was filled with the wings of a hundred phoenix, their feathers drifting to earth in ashes after the colors faded. Then another bang, bang, bang and more arching colors filled the sky.

He remembered a small village here on the bank of the Songhua River, but now he saw a huge city of over five million people, crowned with wheeling fireworks. Yangshao saw enormous buildings, a rainbow of colors glowing from within them. He landed on a tall icy tower and was amazed to see the buildings were made from blocks of ice. Yangshao thought back to a small village ice festival a thousand years before. The villagers had frozen water in buckets and chiseled out room for a candle, then had made walkways of the lanterns, sharing tarts of black currant and linden honey.

“Mom, Dad, look at the dragon sculpture!” Yangshao’s golden eyes saw a small girl pointing at him. “It looks like solid gold in the light!” Her parents did not even look. Her father was eating a steaming sausage. Her mother tugged at her hand without turning around, and she followed them sadly, pausing to smile over her shoulder at Yangshao.

“A phoenix!” The little girl’s voice sounded once more, but again her parents did not look. Yangshao looked instead, and he saw an ice sculpture of Xin-Yin, illuminated by blinking red and orange lights. Yangshao knew it could not really be her, it was much too small. Xin-Yin had filled the sky with her magnificence, Yangshao remembered, her shining eyes had made the stars seem dim. 

Harbin Ice Festival

Harbin Ice Festival used with kind permission of Donicia

Sighing with longing for her, his gaze wandered around the park, looking for her, but as far as he could see, it was filled with colorful castles, towers and statues of animals from around the world. Yangshao could see horse-drawn carriages, and hundreds of people walking, bundled up to their noses in thick coats.

“Yang, Yangshao,” he thought he heard, over the tumult of carriage wheels and chattering people. His spirits rose, and he followed the thin whisper to the white-shrouded Songhua River.

With a few brief flicks of his magical tail, and he found a thinner spot, where blocks of ice had been carved, and he broke through, splashing into the azure river, diving deep down into the seaweed. The light sweet voice of Xin-Yin called him, lured him up river and behind an icy waterfall where the rocks sang to him. Xin-Yin had left her voice there in the river near his sleeping place under the taiga, to call ceaselessly for Yangshao down the centuries.

Her sweet voice sang these words to him now: “Yangshao, my golden dragon, I traveled far from China, but my heart was heavy with the words between us. I returned to the Kunlun mountains of my birth, but they could not comfort me. Find me, Yangshao. My head is the sky, my eyes are the sun, my back is the moon, my wings are the wind, my feet are the earth, and my tail is the planets. I have left my voice here for you to find me, Yangshao. Only a chinese dragon with his dominion over the water can hear my voice in the waterfall. Come, Yang, come. Join me in the stars.”

Yangshao erupted from the river, spearing straight up into the sky, veering east toward the great sea. The moon grew brighter when the colorful ice-buildings receded. Above him, three stars east of the moon, he finally found Xin-Yin in her celestial garden.

To this day, if you look up, you can see Yanshao’s golden horns and his whiskers of shooting stars where he is curled up, contemplating the Xiao Hinggan mountains of his birth. Xin-Yin’s wings embrace him while her shining eyes delight in seeing all the world.

Yin-Yang

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Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

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Notes:

Thanks to Donicia at Donicia’s World for these great photographs of Harbin’s 13 International Ice and Snow Festival. Harbin is China’s northernmost city, and is often called the pearl beneath the neck of the swan-shaped province of Heilongjiang. It’s also referred to as the Ice City, because of it’s long winters. Since 1985, Harbin has hosted China’s original ice festival, starting January 5 and lasting over a month. Historically, ice was turned into lanterns by freezing the water in buckets and chiseling out a place for a candle, the ice keeping the wind away.

Harbin in Chinese Pinyin: hā ěr bīn

How does Harbin look in Chinese?

Harbin in Chinese characters  Harbin in traditional Chinese

References:

http://www.travelchinaguide.com/attraction/heilongjiang/harbin/ice_snow.htm
http://www.travelchinaguide.com/attraction/heilongjiang/harbin/ice-lantern-garden-party.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harbin_International_Ice_and_Snow_Sculpture_Festival
http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2013/01/harbin_international_ice_and_s_1.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_dragons_in_mythology_and_folklore
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_dragon
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fenghuang
http://www.chinatouronline.com/china-travel/harbin/harbin-facts/index.html
http://courses.yahoo.com/reference/encyclopedia/entry/Heilongj
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/337257/Xiao-Hinggan-Range

 

46 thoughts on “The Dragon and the Phoenix

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  2. You are just brilliant Brenda! Your stories never fail to touch me. Has power to grip me to keep reading and always with a beautiful moral lesson. You never cease to inspire! xoxo

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    • Donicia, Thank you for those kind words. Your photos were so vibrant and inspiring, I was very excited to write a story for them. Thanks for collaborating with me! Peace and Joy, Brenda

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      • You’re welcome. I’m honored to just share my photos to a beautiful and inspiring story! Thank you for making me a part of it. That’s very huge for me 🙂 Peace and Joy to you and yours as well.

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  3. This was an astonishing fairy tale with beautiful meaning within so much of it. I think when people use harsh words, that the ones who get hurt may disappear from your life, so choose words carefully. In many parts of nature, we can see other mystical meanings or images. The redemption and forgiveness is shown in your ending. Such a lovely illustration accompanying for coloring, too! I am so glad you read this to your four year old daughter, to find out how it would be received. I loved this so much, Brenda! Thanks and I will check out more later… Robin

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    • Jules, No worries. I don’t have a score card. I just call ’em like I see ’em and move on.

      I am working on a new story. I always love my newest story best. I guess that makes me fickle. LOL I truly, deeply, madly love this!!

      Warmly, Brenda

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  4. That last line is brilliant! I adore this haiku from start to finish of course. Ever think of submitting your work? There’s this really nice haiku publication called Acorn. I highly recommend you send some of your work to them. They accept poetry via e-mail.

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  5. Reblogged this on 21 Shades of Blue and commented:
    Wonderful Brenda! Reblogging this magnificent short-story! It touched my heart 🙂 I got caught up in reading it, and felt myself allegoricizing my own life with your words within my mind as I read. I wish my recent loss would have the same happy resolution! It’s only daydreaming, but better a temporary reprieve from cold reality into a few minutes of imagined happiness, then staying frozen and alone with my sad thoughts trapped beneath the icy waters indefinitely 🙂

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