Each winter, black-necked cranes gather in the wetland, their elegant silhouettes reflecting on the water.

At dawn, a group of black crowned cranes danced across the misty wetlands.

Every winter, white-naped cranes gather in the marshes to feed and dance together.

At dawn, grey crowned cranes gathered by the marsh, their golden crowns shimmering in the mist.

He studied the white crane style for years before entering the tournament.

At dusk, phantom crane flies drift above the marsh, their translucent wings catching the last light.

At dusk, I spotted a phantom crane fly resting on the marsh grass, its translucent legs waving in the breeze.