Give me some poems about cranes.

(Tang) Bai Juyi

I am a crane on the sea, and occasionally I meet guests from the south of the Yangtze River. You came to Luoyang with Gu En. Luoyang is a minority with only two wings. The appearance is the sky and height, and the color is not white in the sun. The owner is sincere and caring, but his house is very narrow. Drinking and pecking at chickens will destroy the standard. Where is hometown, clouds are separated from water. He who reads the deep cage is a skyscraper purlin.

Look at the cranes in the county.

(Tang) Zhang Jiuling

Dong Tian left at dawn, and the misty clouds returned to the north. Cheer freely and list the negative. Away from the Yangtze River, there are few birds in Gao Xiang. What is a savage machine when you are troubled by fairies?

Cage crane

(Tang) Bai Juyi

I haven't drunk for ten days and haven't listened to songs for more than a month. Is it less amorous feelings and more dusty? Hu Qiu gradually asked the guests, and the nursery met someone. Don't laugh at caged cranes, look at the geometry.

Chihe

(Tang) Bai Juyi

There is no companion in front of the high bamboo cage, and there is a weather vane in the chaotic chicken. At first, I bowed my head for fear that cinnabar would fall, and hanging my wings often suspected that the snow would disappear. Turn to the cormorant color, if you think the parrot's voice is charming. The breeze is blowing, and I think about what is going on. I look forward to the clouds and water in Qingtian.

Looking at the mountains and white clouds, send Lu Zhushu from Luoyang.

(Tang)

Far from reflecting the village, it is even more fascinating, and the lonely crane comes to the side. Winning the spirit is wonderful, but Xianyou is hard to imitate.

Feel the crane

(Tang) Bai Juyi

Yun Lan is impatient, egrets are cheeky, and they have no group companions all day long, and they are hanging by the stream.

He Huang

(Tang)

In the past, the yellow crane carried saints to heaven, but now there is only the yellow crane platform, and the yellow crane will never return to the world, and the white clouds will never fly without him.

crane

(Tang) Bai Juyi

Every man has his own taste, but things change. Who said you could dance? You might as well smell it at once.