'Broooomp'
'I—I—I—am hungry,' stammered Han Hsin
. . . And cut leaf-shaped pieces
A helping hand
A necklace
A whanging of wings that lifted . . . Up . . . Higher . . . Swifter
At that same hour a basket was found in the garden
By look and action he was a maiden
Chinese man rowing divider
Divider
Doctor Chu Ping beamed upon him
Dragon
Dragon Divider
Drinking Tea
Floral Divider
Flowers in the rain
Han Hsin raised a bridge from island to mainland
He kept his forehead tight-pressed to the floor
He made a V of the bowstring
He was a weighty elephant—amid the cabbages
House under a tree
How could she make beds when her hair needed burnishing
It was a well-plucked traveler who returned
It was the howl of a wolf
Kneeling before a tree
Man working at the table
Meng Hu could imagine a knife at his throat
More and more sad came the music
Of course, they wore hideous false faces
Old Chinese Man Divider
Painting a rock
Prince Chin Pa tried in vain to hold his followers
Reading a scroll
Rooster divider
Rough Sea Divider
So Chai Mi sat beside the river and sewed and wept
So the seventh demon sped away taking the sea with him
The first portrait he painted was that of Ying Ning, a monstrous ugly maiden
The house of Weng Fu was luxurious in the extreme
The king and his generals gazed across the river
The king crawled under his throne
The royal generals . . . knelt before Hai Low and bumped their heads in the dust
Then he seized the plaques and flung them from him
Therefore—upon his donkey—the contrary husband started for Tsun Pu
This nice large one is for your dinner
This nice large one is for your dinner a
Three children and the old man
Three Old Men
Tiao Fu snatched up her little-used embroidery scissors. Snip, Snip, Snip
We are the Shen, demons of the sea
When Ah Tcha had eaten his Evening Rice, he took lantern and entered the largest of his mills
Young Chinese Boy
Young Chinese Divider