Lyrics of Yang Hongji's stork tower

There is a poet, Wang Zhihuan,

Writing immortal poems with a brush;

The day is at the end of the mountain,

The Yellow River flows into the sea,

I want to be poor,

Go one step further.

(the day is at the end of the mountain,

The Yellow River flows into the sea,

I want to be poor,

To a higher level.)

Look, there are white sails on the Yellow River,

Against the background of the stork tower stands the sky.

Listen, birds sing in the clouds,

Sing the immortal poem of climbing the stork tower.

The Yellow River is long and the rice is fragrant,

The stork tower stands in the East.

Wang Zhihuan, the best of all time

It has a long history in five continents

There is a poet, Wang Zhihuan,

Writing immortal poems with a brush;

The day is at the end of the mountain,

The Yellow River flows into the sea,

I want to be poor,

Go one step further.

Look, half of the sky is red in the setting sun

The Yellow River surges in the clouds.

Listen, the sentry call reverberates in the stork tower

The old story is still fresh today

The Yellow River is long and the rice is fragrant

The stork tower stands in the East.

Wang Zhihuan, the best of all time

It has a long history in five continents

Wang Zhihuan, the best of all time

It has a long history in five continents