Ancient poems about cranes

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Yellow Crane Tower in Ho Choi.

Two orioles sang weeping willows, and a row of egrets went up to the sky. Du fu's quatrains

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. See Meng Haoran again on Li Bai's way to Yangzhou.

Two cranes came out of the clouds and flew away separately. The empty nest is at the top of the pine, and the feathers are red and muddy.

You never drink water when looking for water, and you never live in the forest. Parting is easy to grow old, and it's rainy in Wan Li.