First encounter with Wuhan

Wuhan is a city that dances with water. At dusk, I boarded the cross-river ferry, and the moment the boat started, a long whistle sounded, filling the air with a sense of ceremony. After disembarking, not far away is the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge. The great river flows eastward, and the bridge spans north and south with a majestic presence. In the distance, amidst the dimming twilight, the Yellow Crane Tower stands quietly alone, accompanied by the melody of old songs echoing from afar, evoking a sense of nostalgia. The Yangtze River and Wuhan under the setting sun are enchanting.