我是一座楼,人们都叫我黄鹤楼。我早已忘记了,是否真的曾有仙人从我的肩头驾着黄鹤飞升。现在,我的记忆里只有千百年不变的脚下水涨水落,头顶云卷云舒,还有身边的春夏秋冬。我不知道我为谁而存在,为什么存在了这么多年。千百年来,我似乎就是这样孤独地等待着什么,却再也没有仙人飞来。我似乎也不能算是孤独的。因 I am a building, people call me Yellow Crane Tower. I have already forgotten, whether or not there really have immortals flying from my shoulder fly yellow crane. Now, in my memory, there are only thousands of years of constant change in the water of the feet, clouds above the clouds, as well as the seasons around. I do not know who I exist for and why I have existed for so many years. For thousands of years, I seem to be waiting for something so lonely, but no immortal fly. I can not seem to be alone. because