Recorded Across Generations.
For Those Who Come After.
Shaped like a crow, with a patterned head, a white beak, and red feet. It carries a single stone out over the sea, drops it, and turns back for another. It will not stop until the sea is filled. It never attacks. Hunters pass overhead and it ignores them; caravans make camp at its feet and it ignores them too. It only carries, drops, turns, and carries again, day after day, year after year, with nothing in its eyes but that sea it will never fill. Because it has never harmed anyone, no one has ever fought it, and so no one knows what eating its heart would grant. Yet this small pale bird has outlasted everything out here, alive longer than anyone can count. No one calls it easy prey: nothing survives this long in the north on luck. Its endless labour looks like grief from a distance. But if you ever mean to kill it and take its heart, understand one thing first. Everything that has tried to end it is already gone. And it is still carrying stones.
形如乌鸦，头有花纹，白喙赤足。它衔着一枚石子，一次又一次飞向那片海，将石投入水中。它要填平这片海。 它从不攻击。猎人从它头顶掠过，它不理；结队的商旅在它脚下扎营，它也不理。它只是衔石，投海，转身，再衔石。日复一日，年复一年，它眼里从没有过别的东西，只有那片永远填不满的海。 正因它从不伤人，也就从没有人与它交过手，食其心者能得什么力，至今无人知晓。可它这一只小小的白鸟，却在这片能耗尽一切的白色里活了下来，一活便是不知多少年。没人敢说它是好惹的：能在北地熬到今天的东西，靠的绝不是运气。 它衔石填海的背影看着孤苦。可你若真动了杀它取心的念头，最好先想清楚一件事。 想杀它的，如今都已不在。而它，仍在衔石。
棲 發鳩之山 Mount Fajiu
昔有女名女娃，溺而不返，化為精衛，常銜山石以堙滄海。