In the northerhere is a fish, called the kun, I do not know how many thousand li in size. This kun ges into a bird, called the peng. Its back is I do not know how many thousand li ih. When it is moved, it flies, its wings obsg the sky like clouds.
When on a voyage, this bird prepares to start for the Southern O, the Celestial Lake. And in the Records of Marvels we read that when the peng flies southwards, the water is smitten for a space of three thousand li around, while the bird itself mounts upon a great wind to a height of housand li, for a flight of six months duration.
There mounting aloft, the bird saw the moving white mists of spring, the dust-clouds, and the living things blowing their breaths among them. It wondered whether the blue of the sky was its real color, or only the result of distahout end, and saw that the things oh appeared the same to it.
If there is not suffit depth, water will not float large ships. Upset a cupful into a hole in ……（内容加载失败！）
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