What are the poems with the word "crane"?

What is the wild goose singing? Heming [The Book of Songs Xiaoya]

In Jiu Hao, it may be wrong to hear the sound of cranes from potential wild fish sources, or in the garden of bamboo music. There is a tree in the garden of bamboo music, and there is a sandalwood under it.

What I heard in Jiu Hao was He Ming. The fish in the sky have a potential source of happiness in Zhu or the garden. There are trees and sandalwood under it, and stones from other mountains can attack jade.

He Yong [Chen Yin trail]

Many solo dances in one pool. Sing to the shadow or alone.

First move the porch steps. Turn to the piano

Spring gardens are the most popular [Tang Chenyu].

Water is far away, and the night wind is frequent.

There are thousands of oranges in the frost and five lakes under the moon.

Listen to the crane and forget to sleep, and regard the mountain as your neighbor.

Come here next year and see Dong Tingchun.

Draw a crane on the master's wall and send Joe's main book Cui's works [Don]

Ancient murals painted by immortals, painters and characters. Dancing alone is like snow, flying alone is like clouds.

Proud of color, I would rather recall Laochi Formation. Jianghai Qi Fei, who sings for a long time, who can hear.

Moire Lee Ha [Bao Xiao, Zhang Tang]

I have been in Qingtian for a long time, and the sky is very high. I heard it temporarily. Fly in the blue sky and fall into thick clouds.

What if it's out of the valley? Jiu Hao would rather have a foot massage, which is also the way to succeed.

Send a crane to Pei Xianggong with Lotte [Tang Liu Yuxi].

Yesterday was regarded as a poem to send a crane, and Gao Long carried a white cloud teacher. When you first enter Zhumen, you should get lost, but don't pick branches if you live in Yushu.

Double dance court, falling flowers, full moon color in the pool. Three mountains and blue sea do not return, showing their feathers to the world.

Crane [Don Liqiao]

The yellow crane flies far away, and the purple smoke falls. Soaring in Wan Li for thousands of years.

I have rested here in Qingtian, and I have swam in front of Dan. Mo Yan's air police dew still smells like heaven.

Encounter driving [Tang Sun Yinchang]

Linghe is working hard and there is nothing to worry about. Crowds of people fly to the sea, and one is called Yunshan Qiu.

The wild side is complacent and wants nothing. Because of the auspicious wind, I come to Zhongzhou occasionally.

Zhongzhou Palace is deep and quiet. I hope you benefit from rice and rice. I want to leave Danqiu.

Otherwise, if you fly away, you will wander in the sweat. I would like to swim in the pond, rising and falling year after year.