Wuhan First Yangtze Bridge over the Yangtze River in Wuhan, Hubei (China)

I often come here, the Hanyang Gate,

When I’m in deep despair
Having nowhere else to go
There're usually many people gathered
Under the bridge to watch the scene
Now as before, the big river flows east
The sound of the waves resonates in me
But few people can hear it

From the poem Spring Comes to Hangyang Gate

by Zhang Zhihao

Drawing of the Yanzhou Cable Bridge crossing the East Lake in Wuhan, Hubei (China)

When the cart reaches the mountain, there must be a road
When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally be straight

Chinese proverb

Yingwuzhou Bridge across the Yangtze River in Wuhan, Hubei (China)

Birds fly in a circle above the Yangtze
Over and over, refusing to land
As if they’re masters of the city patrolling the river.
But they’ve lost their companions,
The whistles of the ships.

Gray, century-old buildings stand
By the river bank where
The French concession used to be,
Like a scene in an old movie.
Someone walks by and falls on the street.

Poem by Xiaong Man about Wuhan