"Cuckoo..." Came the unpleasant sound of a chicken crow. A scholar wearing a white Confucian shirt squatted by the water, imitating the crow of a rooster, and stared at a pheasant.
"Beautiful! This bird is a phoenix! It fell from the sky without being stained by the world of mortals." The scholar shook his head and got ready to recite a poem. What a mediocre scholar, he is more like a phoenix than a pheasant!