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.