Once upon a time, long ago, there was a king named Jamshid: kind, wise and brave. His land was calm and green, the sky was blue and the rivers were clear, and the people loved their king.
Jamshid liked to help his people and wanted everyone's life to be easier, so every day he taught them something new. With every new thing they learned, they became happier, and little by little everything got better.
He taught them to work with iron. From iron they made spades, axes and many other tools, and the work went faster and more easily.
Then he taught them to spin and weave. They drew fine thread from wool and silk, wove soft colourful cloth and sewed warm clothes. The children wore bright colours too, and everyone had something warm to wear in the cold.
He taught them to build houses with bricks. Now every family had a warm, strong home and no longer feared wind and rain. Slowly beautiful cities grew, and Jamshid's land became richer and lovelier every day.
He told them about good plants and medicines, and people learned to heal illnesses. When someone fell sick they soon got well again, and nobody was so frightened or sad any more. Life in Jamshid's land was good and calm.
Then Jamshid built a great shining throne covered in bright jewels. It sparkled like the sun. He sat on it and smiled at his people and his land.
The days went by and the cold of winter ended. The air grew warm and gentle, the snow melted, the streams filled with water, and flowers came up out of the earth and laughed. Spring arrived and everything turned green.
On the first day of spring, a fresh, bright day, Jamshid sat on his shining throne and rose higher and higher, until the throne reached the top of the sky. From up there he shone like the sun, and everyone looked up in wonder.
The people rejoiced and gathered together. They showered Jamshid with jewels and flowers, clapping and shouting for joy. They called that fresh day "the new day", and its name became Nowruz.
That was the first Nowruz in the whole world. Everyone celebrated and laughed, played music and danced, and spread colourful tables full of fruit and sweets. Jamshid's land was full of happiness and light.
From that day until today, Nowruz has stayed with us. Every year, when spring comes, Nowruz comes too. We still celebrate it with joy: we clean the house and grow green sprouts. This beautiful festival has come down to us from the days of Jamshid.