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Chinese Whisper

This is a whisper I found about a Chinese Princess and a Tibetan Prince. The story will follow but I do love this writing from Wiki. about them both.

Princess Wen-Cheng and King Srong-tsan-gam-po, Songtsen-Gampo

It was according to the story of Tibet that there were 27 kings before King Srong-tsan-gam-po (Songtsen Gam-po). Most of them were just names. The history of Tibet in general began with him. We do not know very much about him either. For instance, we are not sure about his date of birth.

Who was Princess Wen-Cheng? We are not sure either. She was a member of the extended royal family of Tang Dynasty of 18 years old when sent off. General Li Dau-Chung (King of Jiang-Xia ) spent 2 years in traveling with her to Tibet. There were at least three versions of the marriage,

(a) Tang Annals told us that the marriage happened in 641 A.D.. The King of Tibet was very grateful and behaved properly as a son-in-law in receiving General Li Dau-Chung. He admired the Han clothes and ceremonies. He built a palace for Princess Wen-Cheng and sent royal members to Tang to be educated. The King passed away after 9 years in 650 A.D. and his grandson succeeded him. Princess Wen-Cheng stayed in Tibet for another 30 years.

(b) According to the 5th Dalai Lama, the King was 25 years old and sent four columns from all four doors of Lhasa to meet Princess Wen-Cheng. Princess Wen-Cheng used her power of goddess to present her train of court to all four columns of the receptionists. The King had a Nepal Princess Tsu-Tsuang (Bhrikuti, daughter of King Amsuvarman) as wife. Although the Nepal Princess out rank Princess Wen-Cheng as wives, Princes Wen-Cheng out rank Nepal Princess (reincarnation of goddess Frown-Mother ) as goddess. Everything balanced out, the three lived happily thereafter, with some minor problems which made the story interesting. Princess Wen-Cheng built the Potala palace and `Ramoqe (Xiao-Zhau) temple' (which faces the capital of Tang Dynasty). Nepal Princess built the much larger `Da-Zhua temple' (Jokhang) (which faces Nepal. Later on Princess Jin-Cheng from Tang moved all relics of Princess Wen-Cheng from Xiao-Chau to Da-Chau). Both Princess had no offsprings. The King had several Tibetan wives. Later on, a disease was transmitted from a maid to Nepal Princess and then to the King, and then to Princess Wen-Cheng. The three died at the same time, and lived happily in the heaven.

(c) Some Tibetan writers claimed that the King was 70 years old, and the Nepal Princess did not allow them to see each other. After about one year, they finally met and lived together for two years and the king passed away.

What can one make out from the above? My guess is that Princess Wen-Cheng was a daughter of General Li, and the King was a middle aged man (35 years old ?) as indicated by the words that the King `behaved properly as a son-in -law to General Li' who fought many battles later on, and hence unlikely to be an old man at that time. The marriage lasted 9 years until the King passed away. In that nine years, the Nepal Princess had more influence (by the sizes of the two temples which had been partially preserved to this date). The Potala palace was built at that time by Tang engeneers under the instructions of Princess Wen-Cheng. The Princess indeed lived for another 30 years as proved by her occasional receptions of Tang monks on their way to visit India.

Golden Snub-nosed Monkeys

There are as many marriages as there are men and women.

One leaves home rejoicing and finds sorrow.

Another goes in tears and regrets - look now!

Her new house is full of laughter and a happy family..


The royal maids stood in a row, the candles shone with a red flame on the palace walls, the musicians played "The Song of the Rainbow Skirts" over again, but still the little princess continued to weep.

"Alas, this person does not wish to marry and go to the Land of the Blue Faces," she cried.  She wore on her feet pretty shoes, each one having a butterfly embroidered on the toe of each shoe. Her lips were painted red like cherries and her hair was as black as a raven; she wore it in a long plait down to her knees. She was very beautiful; but nevertheless she continued to cry.

Her mother the Empress was not very happy at her daughters continual crying.

"Does this weeping really become a Daughter of the Dragon Throne?" she said, "Why if we had the choice of choosing our own husbands, do you really think I would have chosen your Imperial Father?"

    The maids smiled discreetly behind their wide sleeves, for at that very moment the doors opened and the Son of Heaven came in followed, by his chief minister who was carrying a red lacquered casket. "Most fortunate of daughters", the Emperor said as he settled himself into a chair and smoothed his gown over his rather lavish stomach." Just look at the wonderful presents your, would be husband, the Lord of Tibet sends you, such beautiful gifts".  He opened the red casket and took from it a tiny silver spear with; a carved bird of jade at the tip. "Just look how beautiful this would look in your hair most honourable daughter. But the princess just shook her head and wouldn't even look at it.

" Come now child" said the Empress, I am sure you are really very happy to be marrying such a wonderful man." This upset the little Princess even more and she flung herself on the ground at her father's feet, sobbing and clinging to them. "Oh do not send me to the Land of the Blue Faces," she begged him. "Is your daughter never to see the lights of the lanterns with you again on New Year's Day, or watch the petals unfold on the plum trees in spring? Is she never to hear the orioles sing in the bamboo thicket, or fly kites with the lords and ladies of your court?" she sighed. "The people of Tibet have faces tattooed blue, like the thieves and murderers in China. They live in huts and wear the skins of animals - indeed this is true, for this person has read it in the Travels of Counsellor Chang. And, and they don't have beds or chairs, instead they lie without any clothes on, outside on the bare earth."

   The little Princess looked up into her father's face. "It is even written that they drink milk. Oh this would be too much, this one could never drink Milk!" The little Princess sat and cried more and more. But no matter how much the Princess didn't want to go; the day came when she was dressed all in red, her coat was made of red satin and her special bridal head dress was also red. Under this she was wearing a five cornered, light, white cotton coat, which a bride must wear when she was about to go to a new home. For the last time she knelt in front of her father for his blessing, then she climbed into her chair, the curtains were drawn and she was carried away

   The men carrying the chair to its destination started their long journey. Sometimes they went through fields, then through bamboo forests and across wide streams; they even crossed the tawny sands of the desert. But the little Princess didn't look out through the curtains, she was far too unhappy. She sat for hour after hour, the swaying of the chair keeping her awake. Already she was beginning to miss her home, all her childhood memories came flooding back to her, and her eyes filled with tear-drops again .

    The sun rose and then went to sleep again. Days came and night chased them away, then after many weeks they began to cross a great mountain range. They climbed high above the pine trees and the wild rock roses. The weather grew colder and although the little Princess was huddled underneath wads of padded quilts, she was still cold. The track now was covered in ice and the wind howled all night long Presently however the little road began to fall away and the bearers carrying the chair with the little Princess in it, swayed downhill towards lower ground, until one morning the bearers set down the chair and after scratching gently on the curtains to arouse the Princess the chief bearer said, "See, down there, Daughter of the Son of Heaven" he said pointing down the side of the mountain. "Yonder is the Land of the Blue Faces."

    The little Princess looked out and could hardly suppress a gasp of pleasure for there,  below them lay a valley, brimming like a lake with apricot trees in flower. Here and there small terraced fields shone like emeralds in the clear air and down low in the valley a river ambled on its way, gleaming in the sunlight. The bearers stumbled down the mountainside until they came to a village of stone huts, where a little group of peasants stood waiting at the roadside to see them pass. They bowed low and the Princess trembled, for she expected to see hideous blue faces, but as they raised their heads she saw that they were brown, smooth-skinned and smiling just like the Chinese peasants at home. The women held their children high in the air to wave to her, and the Princess nodded graciously to them in return, as her chair passed them by. On and on the road wound its way through groves of mountain trees, until the Princes saw in the distance the walls of a city. Above the battlements the tiled roofs of many houses showed blue and red and green, just like the roofs of the Chinese houses at home. There was even a Chinese Pagoda, many storeys high, with bells hanging from the eaves; they tinkled in the morning breeze. The bearers passed under a high stone arch which spanned the road. The Princess smiled, she might have thought herself in China, and the little Princess opened her eyes wide in astonishment.

    She began to feel less homesick now and to wonder what the Lord of Tibet would be like. "Probably he will be old and ugly" she thought. "Perhaps he will have no teeth left, and I shall have to prepare milk and bread for him to eat. Oh dear! How will I endure these things?" Just then her eye was caught by beautiful colours ahead as the great gates of the city swung open and a crowd of people came out. They wore long robes of silk in the Chinese fashion, scarlet, green and blue; they were bowing and waving their hands; and among the sound of the many voices the Princess heard the Chinese words constantly repeated. "Honour and long life to the Lady of Tibet."

The Little Princess could hardly believe her ears. A young man on a sturdy, shaggy pony rode forward from the crowd. His face was brown and his eyes were sparkling. He pulled off his fur cap and bowed with a flourish, low over his horse's neck. "Welcome Daughter of the Son of Heaven,"  he cried. "Welcome to Tibet."

"Is this really the Land of the Blue Faces?" asked the little Princess; "or am I perhaps among the people of Wu Ling?"

"Ah you are admiring our fruit trees," said the horseman, and the Princess was amazed that a barbarian would know the works of the Chinese poet Tao Chi'en and the legend of the Peach Blossom Forest. "No, honoured Madam, this kingdom is indeed Tibet."

"But where are the people with the blue faces?"

"The Lord of Tibet feared that they may frighten you, so he has sent them all away."

The little Princess frowned. "And may I ask without offence why this town is full of Chinese buildings?"

"The Lord of Tibet feared that you might be a little homesick, so he has built this poor copy of a Chinese city for you."

Again the princess frowned but maybe not so hard.

"Yet I am sure I saw the lords and ladies wearing Chinese robes and speaking the language of Han." she added.

The Young man on the horse smiled at the little Princess.

"The Lord of Tibet feared that you might be lonely, so he has ordered his people to copy the Chinese in everything."

"Then pray inform the Lord of Tibet that the Daughter of the Dragon Throne wishes humbly to thank him.

"The horseman laughed and the Princess saw his beautiful white teeth.

"I am the Lord of Tibet," he said. "We have waited a long time for your coming, dear little Princess, and now that you are here you are even more beautiful that I had imagined. Would it please you to ride here behind me, on my horse, through the gates of the city so that my people can see you at last?"

The Princess was secretly delighted, for in all her life in the courts and the palaces in her city, she had never been allowed to do such a thing. The Lord of Tibet reached down and swung her up into the saddle and she clung onto his broad shoulders with both hands.

A bride must leave her father's house with sorrow, and now and then she did remember to look a little sad for the sake of appearances but, as they rode into the city, she was very happy to be the Lady of Tibet and her heart sang, even if it were in the land of the Blue Faces. 

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Chinese Whispers

A MORAL IN SÈVRESSevres Porcelain Figures, the Shepherd and Shepherdess

Upon my mantel-piece they stand,
While all its length between them lies;
He throws a kiss with graceful hand,
She glances back with bashful eyes.

The china Shepherdess is fair,
The Shepherd's face denotes a heart
Burning with ardor and despair.
Alas, they stand so far apart!

And yet, perhaps, if they were moved,
And stood together day by day,
Their love had not so constant proved,
Nor would they still have smiled so gay.

His hand the Shepherd might have kissed
The match-box Angel's heart to win;
The Shepherdess, his love have missed,
And flirted with the Mandarin.

But on my mantel-piece they stand,
While all its length between them lies;
He throws a kiss with graceful hand,
She glances back with bashful eyes.

By Mildred Howells

Sevres Porcelain traces its roots in France to early craftsmen who had small manufacturing operations in such places as Lille, Rouen. St. Cloud, and most notably Chantilly. It is from Chantilly that a cadre of workers migrated to the Chateau de Vincennes near Paris to form a larger porcelain manufactory in 1738. French King Louis XV, perhaps inspired by his rumored relationship with mistress Madame de Pompadour, took an intense interest in porcelain and moved the operation in 1756 to even larger quarters in the Paris suburb of Sevres. Sevres was also conveniently near the home of Madame de Pompadour and the King's own Palace at Versailles.

  Sevres Porcelain

From the outset the king's clear aim was to produce Sevres Porcelain that surpassed the established Saxony works of Meissen and Dresden. Though the French lacked an ample supply of kaolin, a required ingredient for hard-paste porcelain (pate dure), their soft-paste porcelain (pate tendre) was fired at a lower temperature and was thus compatible with a wider variety of colors and glazes that in many cases were also richer and more vivid. Unglazed white Sevres Porcelain "biscuit" figurines were also a great success. However, soft-paste Sevres Porcelain was more easily broken. Therefore, early pieces of Sevres Porcelain that remain intact have become rare indeed.

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I READ THIS NEXT POEM ENTITLED, YET AGAIN CHINESE WHISPERS. And after reading it, I also read the comments about it. Most of them didn't seem to unstand its meaning. I can't understand why not. It is beautiful by itself and so are the continuation poems. Keep up the good work Shai.

Regards Dodie. xxx 

Chinese Whispers


heard from far off lands



Shrill and strong, over seas and waste lands it blew

Escaping lips of varied colors, freed and festered by diverse tongues

Whispers colored, brightly colored and garbed in white

Heard by ears full of bristles, each tingles and spread ever so wide

Soaking it all up like a sponge

Yes! Every bit of the uttered word whispered


which travels fast

On feet nimble, gamely yet never hurried


Once set, never looks back at the past


Rustling every tree top, clinging to every reed and cliff


It is let fly

To scurry amongst hearts, pinging ears in a hurry;

Before it is passed on by impatient lips, parted with relish

and a smirk of the after-taste savory


Nurtured at night and birthed in dark and rancid places

Looking to be adopted and cherished like blossoming flowers


Hot and cold

Once birthed

Ever so hard to bury.

Written by Shai, in - - - -  http://www.naijastories.com/2011/07/chinese-whispers/

Made4aid, follow the link to learn more.

This has nothing to do with the beautiful words but I thought the words of made4aid, sort of matched the poem.

These delightful and whimsical little miniatures are made from recycled materials as much as possible - old maps, stamps, bits and pieces of paper, ribbon and beads. They are perfect for little gifts or keepsakes, with or without words which might be added - poems - lists - messages - photos.
Some of them might be a suitable guage to be used as doll's house "coffee table" books.Whispers of my heart
If you would like a custom-made book for yourself, a friend, or a doll's house please let us know - Pat has offered to make custom-designed books to your own requirements.
The paper which covers front and back of this book shows a line of kimono-clad ladies.  The end papers - inside the front and back covers - are from paper covered with chinese calligraphy. The pages are all blank and stitched together by hand, and the book has a ribbon bookmark which is navy blue, with an ornate little metal bead at the end.

made4aid, follow the link to learn more.


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suddenly becomes

Careless Whispers - Don't Stop Me Now



                           Dodie's Dream World - Complete Fantasy

Chinese Whispers                  Chinese Whispers

"I obtained this version of a Chinese Whispers Game from" : http://strange-games.blogspot.com

Thank-you very much.  Dodie xxx

The Best Chinese Whispers' Phrase Ever!

Chinese Whispers , which we used to know as Gossip or Russian Scandal, is a game that everyone knows. However, if you watch people playing it these days you will notice how dull and short the phrases are that start the game. In the drawing room we used to put a lot more effort into the phrase.
Here is an actual suggested phrase to start off the game. It comes from a 1940's book called

'The Home Entertainer' and I can thoroughly recommend its use in any future game of Gossip that you play.

"It is rumoured that Mrs Jane Honoria Figglebat, ward of the well-known boxing promoter Jem Shambles, will next week try to break the underwater swimming record for girls of English extraction. Her fiance Mr Wallaby, the animal dentist, recently fitted seven new teeth to a zoo leopard which had broken its jaw in a fight with a lion and two llamas"


Chinese Whispers

FROM : A Taxi Drivers Blog Spot of 2006...

Over this weekend at least twenty different fares told me of the demise of one of Barrow's most well known characters "Russell the dog walker" as he is known.

Some told of a sudden heart attack and some even went as far as telling me that he had been murdered. It seemed that by Sunday night that it was the talk of the town and everybody knew. Monday morning and I find myself driving down a country lane near the village of Gleaston.

As I rounded a bend I was shocked to see what must surely have been a ghost! but then again ghosts aren't usually seen dragging two Jack Russell terriers and they don't give you the thumbs up when you pass.

I was straight on the radio to the office, to tell them that I had spotted Russell alive and well, but no they said everyone says he's dead.

"If he is then I've seen my first ghost" I replied. Later that day he was spotted in the town centre giving folk his usual greeting's of "now then me ol jack rabbit"and" ow yu doin ya old stag".

Yes I can truly say that Russell is one of a kind and we're all glad that he's still alive and kicking.

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Chinese Whispers

Just one verse of the poem - Chinese Whispers by David Harsent

Hardly a day goes by but someone boasts
of having been there when those men downed weapons
with hardly a word, and walked through their own lines,
later reported as slips of the tongue, or ghosts.

David Harsent has published nine collections of poetry. The most recent, "Legion," won the Forward Prize for best collection 2005 and was shortlisted for both the Whitbread Award and the T.S. Eliot Prize. His Selected Poems appeared from Faber in June 2007, and were shortlisted for the Griffin International Poetry Prize. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and is a Visiting Professor at Sheffield Hallam University.

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