Author: Cui Hao
A long time ago, the place where the Yellow Crane carried the saints to heaven is now only the Yellow Crane Tower.
Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly.
Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of herbs.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.