The mountain cranes seem to have heard the call, accelerated to the water, the two cranes met high-pitched murmur, like a harmonious two cranes intertwined into a song.
They are as respectful as guests, circling back to play, white cranes bright wings, fluttering cranes dance, in the bamboo forest lake, the eyes seem to have only each other.
In the next life, I would like to be a crane, and I would like to fly and dance with my wings.
The red tops of the cranes will be in the sky, and they will fly to the sky without any clouds.
The first time I've seen this is when I'm in the middle of the night. The crane is dancing on the white sand. The first time I've ever seen one of these is when I was a kid. I'm so happy to be here.
The red tops of the cranes dance on the white sands.