The story of red-crowned crane

Lyrics of the story of red-crowned crane

There is a girl who loves to raise red-crowned cranes since she was a child.

After graduating from college, she returned to the place where cranes were raised.

But one day she saved the injured red-crowned crane.

Slipped into the swamp and never came up again.

Have you ever heard of crossing that river?

A girl has been here before.

Have you ever heard of walking through this reed slope?

A girl left a song.

Why do white clouds cry quietly?

Why did the cold wind tell her oh ~ ah ~

There are also a group of red-crowned cranes flying gently.

Have you ever heard of crossing that river?

A girl has been here before.

Have you ever heard of walking through that reed slope?

One girl never came again.

Only Baiyun shed tears for her.

Only a gust of wind told her oh ~ ah ~

There are also a group of red-crowned cranes flying gently.

Only Baiyun shed tears for her.

Only a gust of wind told her oh ~ ah ~

There are also a group of red-crowned cranes flying gently.

Ah ~ ~ ~ ~ ah ~ ~

The story of red-crowned crane

1990, the touching story of the famous composer Xie Jiang was composed into a solo song "A True Story" (later changed to "The Story of the Red-crowned Crane"). After the delicate and beautiful singing by the rookie singer, it caused strong repercussions and shocks, thus winning the runner-up in the Youth Song Competition, becoming famous overnight and moving countless listeners in Yancheng National Rare Bird Nature Reserve, Jiangsu Province.

Xu Xiujuan (1964— 1987), a native of Zhalong Nature Reserve, Qiqihar City, Heilongjiang Province, was born into a crane farmer's family. /kloc-at the age of 0/7, he began to domesticate red-crowned cranes with his parents in Zhalong National Nature Reserve, and performed crane training performances for party and state leaders many times.

From 65438 to 0986, after studying in Northeast Forestry University, Xu Xiujuan was recruited to work in Yancheng Nature Reserve, where he worked as a crane trainer and established the first crane farm in Jiangsu Province. Xu Xiujuan loves cranes as much as his life, and is busy all day for them to escape the heat, cool down and repel mosquitoes, and has successfully carried out experiments on the incubation, feeding and domestication of wintering red-crowned cranes.

At noon on September 5th, White Swan Mu Ren and Dawn sang in the cage. Xu Xiujuan thought they wanted to come out to play and swim, so he went in and took them out and put them in the pond. I don't want Mu Ren to be amused by the dawn. She has broken free from the rope and flew away. In the evening, Mu Ren was found, but Dawn was still missing. It was late at night, and the leader told everyone to go back to rest and look for it tomorrow. But Xu Xiujuan couldn't help worrying. When everyone left, she got into the thick reeds in the dark and kept calling for dawn, but she couldn't find it. She couldn't eat dinner that day, so she went to look for it early the next morning. I came back at noon and drank half a bowl of porridge. I was afraid of dawn and went out again. When they reached Fudui River, Xiao Wang and Xiao Yin swam across the river. When Xu Xiujuan swam to the middle of the river, he suddenly shouted "I can't do it" and stopped. On the other side, Xiao Wang and Xiao Yin saw her pale face and shouted for her to go back to the shore. After seeing her go ashore, the two turned and continued to look for her. When Xu Xiujuan returned to the crane yard, he couldn't stop in a hurry. He pushed his bicycle again and walked north along the riverbank, hoping to see Xiao Wang and Xiao Yin and find the dawn as soon as possible. I don't know if it was because the headwind made people tired and couldn't walk, or if they fell on the bike (later, they found that the bell of the car had dropped), so she pushed the cart to the place where she just got into the water, put the car down, and even took off her shoes before she got into the water. ...

Xu Xiujuan, the good daughter of the people, sank deeply into the bottom of the river and could never return to her dear crane. ...

Four hours have passed and the dawn has been found. Happy people looked for Xu Xiujuan everywhere, but they couldn't see him. Call Juanzi, I don't think so. Anxious crowds rushed to vilen again ... The night was heavy and the road was long. There were crowds everywhere, calling Xiujuan everywhere. When the strong headlights shone directly on the water and people lifted Juanzi from the bottom of the water, the rescue crowd was in a hurry at first. Later, I felt that time had passed too long and there was no hope. A call for Juanzi suddenly shook the sky and swept the whole grass beach.

There is a simple grave on the beach not far from the crane.

Juanzi has gone ... she died of the love of a swan. ...

It is said that when the villagers salvaged Xu Xiujuan's body from the river the next day, two red-crowned cranes lingered beside her, constantly lowering their heads with red crowns and sorting out her wet clothes with sharp edges ... It is said that in Qingming that year, when a group of red-crowned cranes were about to fly north, they hovered in front of Xu Xiujuan's tomb for a long time. ...

In front of the management office building of Yancheng National Nature Reserve, there is a white and flawless statue of Xu Xiujuan. Next to her are some red-crowned cranes with scarlet heads. The girl stroking the red-crowned crane around her with her hand, so reluctant. ...

She also left some plain words:

It is easiest to lose cranes in spring.

The crane room should be cleaned.

I like cranes and nature. As soon as we entered the wilderness, all the unpleasant things were forgotten. I am willing to look for ideals, friendship and answers to life in the vast wasteland.

The reeds germinated half a month ago, and now the thatch has sprouted.

Little cranes can fly far away. ...

On September 23rd, 1987, Xu Xiujuan's memorial service was held in Xinyanggang town, where the reserve management office is located.

That morning, the sun also lost its luster for such a good pair of children on the environmental front, and a total solar eclipse appeared over northern Jiangsu. There are less than 2,000 residents in Xinyanggang Town, and nearly 1000 people came from all directions to attend the memorial service and see Juanzi off. In this most common way, people affirm Xu Xiujuan's one year and four months of working here, praise her youth, who is only 23 years old, and express their reverence for her dedication.