Recorded Across Generations.
For Those Who Come After.
Shaped like a horse, its head is white as snow, its body marked with the stripes of a tiger, and its tail red as flame. It does not whinny. Instead, it hums to itself, low and soft. The melody has no words, yet everyone who hears it swears it is the lullaby their mother once sang to them. It wanders the hills alone, humming as it goes. It neither startles nor flees at the sight of a man. It simply keeps to its song and passes by as though you were never there. Chase it, and it always stays just beyond your reach. Stop, and its melody lingers among the trees, slow to fade. No hunter willingly kills a Lu Shu. They say the mere sight of one is enough to bless a bloodline. It asks nothing of you, not even reverence, only that your eyes meet it for a fleeting moment. The southern mountains are home to countless beasts that bring death and misfortune. The Lu Shu alone brings neither. To see one is fortune enough for a lifetime.
形如马，首白如雪，身覆虎纹，尾赤如焰。它不嘶鸣，只低声吟唱，像谁在很远的地方哼着一支旧调。那调子没有词，可听见的人都说，像极了自己幼时母亲哼过的那一支。 它独行于山间，且行且歌，见人不惊，也不避。只自顾自唱着，从你身旁走过，仿佛你从来不在。你想追，它便快一步；你若停下，它的歌声却仍在林间飘着，久久不散。 猎人从不杀鹿蜀。传说得见它一面的人，家中血脉便得庇佑。它无需以死相赠，只消让你远远望它一眼。旁的兽，要你剖心才肯给的东西，你看它一眼，它便白白给了你。 南山凶兽遍地，唯它无害。见它者，皆算是走了大运。
棲 杻陽之山 Mount Niuyang
有獸焉，其狀如馬而白首，其文如虎而赤尾，其音如謠，其名曰鹿蜀，佩之宜子孫。