See Meng Haoran again on the way to Yangzhou.
Author: Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Legend has it that Li Bai traveled around the world in his prime, leaving poems everywhere. When he boarded the Yellow Crane Tower, he was fascinated by the beautiful scenery upstairs and downstairs. When he was about to write a poem as a souvenir, he suddenly looked up and saw Cui Hao's poem upstairs:
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.