The sea is the dragon's homeland, the clouds are the crane's hometown

Qiqihar
Watching cranes at Zhalong

A flock of red-crowned cranes gracefully flew by,
Flying over their hometown, accompanied by clouds.
The wind softly whispers,
A girl once came here too.
Later generations sing a song for her,
She stayed here forever to save an injured red-crowned crane.

Because of this deeply touching story,
I drove from Zalantun to Zhalong Wetland,
To see this marshland, these cranes, and to sing that song.

Post by _Paul_3111 | Aug 25, 2024