...year, walking among green reeds, I heard a desperate cry like a child weeping at night. Looking toward it, I saw a baby crane captured by an owl. White feathers stained red, its crimson crown fallen to dust such a pure celestial bird suffering the cruelty of fate, truly...
...I took the crane home, placed it on my bed, and cared for it wholeheartedly. After a month it recovered, its feathers growing lush and its crown becoming brighter. Morning and evening, it dwelled in the mountains, calling to the autumn moon, dancing with its shadow under the frosty sky, free from cage confinement and worldly disturbances. I named it Cloud-Bearer. As for the flock of cranes that came to inhabit this mountain because of Cloud-Bearer's influence...
...below the main peak there is a cave, serene and lofty. I often studied star charts there. On the day I completed my studies, I wanted to show Cloud-Bearer, who ate more than half of it, completely at ease, consuming heavenly secrets as if they were reeds. Only then did I understand the ultimate way.
...began carving the stone statue, testing the mechanism, a lifetime... hidden at the old site... the melodious crane calls, who recognizes their sound? Mountains fade into distance, the four symbols are mysterious...
Water in the north, fire in the south, wood in the east, metal in the west.