The Yellow Crane is gone and never returns
Cui Hao (Tang Dynasty)
People in the past have gone on the Yellow Crane,
There is no Yellow Crane left here building.
The yellow crane is gone and never returns,
The white clouds have been empty for thousands of years.
Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees,
Parrot Island is full of fragrant grass.
Where is Rimu Xiangguan?
The Yanbo River makes people sad.
Bodhisattva Man Yellow Crane Tower
Spring of 1927 (Mao Zedong)
〖Original word〗Nine sects spread across China, running through the north and south. The mist and rain are vast, and turtles and snakes lock the river. How to get to Huanghe? There are still tourist places left. The wine is pouring down, and the mood is rising.
The Yellow Crane Tower sends Meng Haoran to Guangling
Li Bai
The old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west,
Fireworks descend to Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky,
Only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
Sleepwalking in the Yellow Crane Tower
The ancient pagoda that haunts the soul,
A beautiful building that has been famous throughout the ages.
How many people with lofty ideals and benevolence have left countless regrets.
Looking up to the sky and sighing over the white clouds that have lasted for thousands of years.
Looking at the long sky,
The shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky.
Sad farewell,
The old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west.
I climbed ten steps to enjoy the view.
I am grateful to the white clouds for accompanying me in my sleepwalking.
If you want to dance lightly with your long skirt,
Invite the Yellow Crane to climb the tower.
Looking far into the sky,
if you don’t see it,
the water of the Yangtze River flows in the sky.
Man Jiang Hong
I felt after climbing the Yellow Crane Tower
Yue Fei
Looking at the Central Plains in the distance, there are many city walls outside the desolate smoke. I think of those days when flowers covered willows and phoenix towers and dragon pavilions were built. The front of the Long Live Mountain is surrounded by pearls and greenery, and music and singing are performed in the Peng Hu Hall. Up to now, the suburbs are full of iron cavalry, and the wind and dust are bad.
The soldiers are safe and the soldiers are safe. The people are safe and the gullies are filled. Sigh that the country remains the same, thousands of villages are scattered. Baori asked for a tassel to carry the sharp brigade, and crossed Qinghe and Luo with a whip. But he returned and continued his tour of Hanyang, riding a yellow crane.