Scarlet on the top of the head, long neck, iron beak and blue feet, too long, too short, too white and too black.
It is neither as stiff as a white crane nor as arrogant as a black-necked crane. Every morning, it stands by the lake. It walked slowly around the lake and looked at its elegant figure. It got excited and began to dance its wings and stretch its neck. The red on its head was particularly dazzling in the sun. At this time, the whole lake becomes a picture embedded in a glass frame, and the size of the whole lake is like a mirror designed for the red-crowned crane.