all that remained is the Yellow Crane Tower.
Once the yellow crane left it will never return,
for one thousand years the clouds wandered carelessly.
The clear river reflects each Hanyang tree,
fragrant grasses lushly grow on Parrot Island.
At sunset, which direction leads to my hometown?
One could not help feeling melancholy along the misty river.
The Yellow Crane Tower,
Cui Hao
At a house party one night in 2014 I tell someone my parents love The Beatles. I had just finished reading Haruki Murakami’s
Norweigan Wood and with glossy eyes, and a desperate yearning for relevance, I lie that I am named after the song
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