Tonight we visit the Zhongnan Mountains - the forested range that rises just south of Chang'an, nearly 1,300 years ago, at the height of the Tang Dynasty.

In this gentle sleep story, a retired silk painter sits at the open window of her ridge-side studio one winter afternoon and finds that the old plum tree at the slope's edge has opened its first red blossoms after days of snow - she grinds cinnabar pigment, warms her brush beside the brazier, and begins to paint. As the afternoon light fades and snow begins to fall again outside the window, her sister brings tea without a word and lights the paper lantern beneath the long eave.

Settle in, relax, and drift gently into sleep. 😴

Chapters

00:00 Welcome

01:45 Sleep story begins

29:04 Goodnight

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