Dai Qijiang/Wen
Open the smell of earth.
I smell the scent of another girl.
And the cry of the injured red-crowned crane
Stories of people and animals
Like an unfinished string.
In my heart
Set off another wave
The crane looks like a naughty child.
Twist one's foot
Lame groan
Tears of anxiety dyed the beach red.
Red everywhere is like talking blood.
Yididi
From the red-crowned crane
The main body of this land
That girl, lovely girl.
Lift the crane body with both hands.
I am in this land.
Sleep peacefully from now on
Cut out a memory
Gently sprinkle it on the girl's fragrance.
Wake her up
may be
We keep her in our hearts.
The story of the girl and the red-crowned crane
Author: Mao Yanan Date of publication: April 3, 2007
It was an autumn morning, and the little girl came to a reed bush, playing and running. Although she is alone, she is not lonely. She likes to see the unrestrained red-crowned cranes among the reeds. They seem to be "fairies from the Nine Days", wearing white tulle and standing alone forever with slender legs, elegant and simple. Girls are willing to be friends with them and speak their minds.
Reed flutters with the wind, making a pleasant rustling sound, which is more harmonious with the company of clear sky. The girl was intoxicated by this scene. Suddenly, there was a scream from the depths of the reed, which destroyed the tranquility of this reed. The girl was very surprised. She quickly followed the sound into the reeds. The girl is very upset and always feels that something bad is going to happen. She pulled open the reeds on the shore, stood on tiptoe and looked around for a long time. Not far away, a red-crowned crane is struggling desperately in the swamp. Looks like I tripped over a rotten branch in the swamp. The girl shouted at the red-crowned crane, don't struggle, she will save it. How can a red-crowned crane understand people? Besides, life is threatened, how can we not struggle? The girl looked at the red-crowned crane affectionately, her eyes shining with the girl's resolute flame. The girl took a small step forward, lifted one foot and explored the swamp. It's hard, a swamp can't be settled, but the girl didn't hesitate. Holding the reed, she carefully stepped forward, stretched out her slender hand and slowly approached the red-crowned crane. She leaned forward, approached and grabbed the red-crowned crane's leg. Come closer, come closer, and gently untie the dead branches and rotten leaves wrapped around the red-crowned crane. Finally, the red-crowned crane was free and circled in the sky to sing. At this point, the little girl has fallen into nearly half of her body and can't move. She knew that her life would come to an end, but there was a bright smile on her face. She closed her eyes and wanted to feel the breath of reeds again. At this moment, she felt something touching her. She opened her eyes. It was a red-crowned crane, and there was more than one. It's no use holding on to the skirt and lifting it. The girl was not pulled up. At this time, the villagers who heard the news reached out a long wooden stick. The girl clung to the stick and stared at the red-crowned crane flying in the sky, leaving her beautiful smile.
This is a silent love, so pure and beautiful. Although this love is not as warm as "she sewed carefully, but she mended it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him come home late", and it is not as grand as "yellow sand covered with golden armor and never returned without breaking Loulan", but it is from the heart, just to let the red-crowned crane regain its freedom. Doesn't this little girl deserve our admiration?