“The Star-Crossed
Lovers,” the servant read. Ana Ming sighed as her maid
told the story of Cowherd and Weaving Maid, lovers doomed to
separate lives. Even as she listened, Ana Ming gazed into the
garden. For there another strange tale was unfolding-between
her father and the foreigner.
Such a contrast they
were. Her father with his long queue and Manchu robes, the British
merchant with his black beard and crisp suit. Yet they spoke
a common language: Chinese silk for British cotton.
Now the men bowed.
“It is a pleasure doing business with you,” the
Englishman said. “When I return next year…”
Then he caught sight of Ana Ming and his words died away. Robed
in a shimmering golden brocade dress, topped by an exquisitely
trimmed jacket, she was the loveliest of all flowers in this
loveliest of gardens.
For one long moment
they shared each other's gaze. Then Ana Ming raised her fan
and retreated into the shadows.
“And
so the lovers were separated for all time,” her maid continued.
“Except for once a year, when the Milky Way reunites them.”
In a whisper, Ana Ming echoed, “ 'When I return next year…'
”
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Pattern: History
Qing Dynasty