The yellow crane will never come again, and Baiyun will never have him.
Every tree in Hanyang has become crystal clear, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grass.
But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the river waves were filled with sad mist.
Cangzhou Huanghe Loulian
Yellow crane occasionally rides the bright moon in the sea.
White clouds often bring Chu Jiangqiu.
An old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower. Fireworks are set off in March.
The lonely sail is far away, and the blue sky. Only the Yangtze River flows in the sky.