www.luochen.mewww.yiqing.meAs the days passed, Mulan tried, and tried, and tried to be the honorable daughter who would ke her faly proud. She dutifully sat by her ther’s side and practiced weaving. She let the asional chicken wander away even though her feet itched to give chase. When the boys of the village gathered in the courtyard to play, she did her best not to kick the wayward ball that stopped in her path.
But despite her best intentions, it was hard to always be good. Sotis Mulan couldn’t control her iulses. Like when she just had to nudge the ball back toward the boys, and it was not entirely her fault that when she did, the kick was harder than she anticipated and the ball happened to hit the poor phoenix statue, knocking off its head. Or when she rode her horse, Black Wind, in fronbsp; the fields a little too fast and knocked over the neighbor’s laundry??.??.??. again.
As the days, and then years, passed, Mulan continued to ta down reckless urges. She worked on king sure her hair was pulled back in a neat bun—at least when the day started. And she stayed far away fronbsp; the shrine and the chicken coop??.??.??. for the st part. By the ti she turned sixteen, she had grown into her long, lanky lis and was tall, lithe, and beautiful. But every so often, the little girl who had broken the phoenix statue would appear—eager to do sothing wild and daring.
Arriving ho one afternoon fronbsp; the countryside, where she had been racing with Black Wind, Mulan hastily jued off the horse’s back and put hinbsp; in his stall. She could sll dinner and knew that she was late. She groaned. Her ther was not going to be pleased. Quickly, she de her way across the courtyard and into her ho.
Her faly was sitting at the dinner table. Rushing in, Mulan grabbed a plate and joined the “Black Wind and I rode alongside two rabbits running side by side,” she said, picking a piece of rice out of the bowl. “I think one was a le and one was fele??.??.??.” Her voice trailed off as she realized her faly hadn’t ved. They were all looking at her, the roonbsp; silent except for her own voice. “What?” she asked, growing worried. Had she left grass in her hair? Was there d sared on her face?
Li nervously wrung her hands. She opened her uth and then shut it. Mulan’s eyes narrowed. This couldn’t be good. Her ther was never one to shy fronbsp; stating what was on her nd. But now she seed alst??.??.??. scared.
“What is it?” Mulan pressed.
“We have excellent news,” Li said, though her
But despite her best intentions, it was hard to always be good. Sotis Mulan couldn’t control her iulses. Like when she just had to nudge the ball back toward the boys, and it was not entirely her fault that when she did, the kick was harder than she anticipated and the ball happened to hit the poor phoenix statue, knocking off its head. Or when she rode her horse, Black Wind, in fronbsp; the fields a little too fast and knocked over the neighbor’s laundry??.??.??. again.
As the days, and then years, passed, Mulan continued to ta down reckless urges. She worked on king sure her hair was pulled back in a neat bun—at least when the day started. And she stayed far away fronbsp; the shrine and the chicken coop??.??.??. for the st part. By the ti she turned sixteen, she had grown into her long, lanky lis and was tall, lithe, and beautiful. But every so often, the little girl who had broken the phoenix statue would appear—eager to do sothing wild and daring.
Arriving ho one afternoon fronbsp; the countryside, where she had been racing with Black Wind, Mulan hastily jued off the horse’s back and put hinbsp; in his stall. She could sll dinner and knew that she was late. She groaned. Her ther was not going to be pleased. Quickly, she de her way across the courtyard and into her ho.
Her faly was sitting at the dinner table. Rushing in, Mulan grabbed a plate and joined the “Black Wind and I rode alongside two rabbits running side by side,” she said, picking a piece of rice out of the bowl. “I think one was a le and one was fele??.??.??.” Her voice trailed off as she realized her faly hadn’t ved. They were all looking at her, the roonbsp; silent except for her own voice. “What?” she asked, growing worried. Had she left grass in her hair? Was there d sared on her face?
Li nervously wrung her hands. She opened her uth and then shut it. Mulan’s eyes narrowed. This couldn’t be good. Her ther was never one to shy fronbsp; stating what was on her nd. But now she seed alst??.??.??. scared.
“What is it?” Mulan pressed.
“We have excellent news,” Li said, though her