Hanshan Temple's poem a night-mooring near maple bridge

Hanshan Temple's poem "Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" On a cold night, Jiang Feng is worried about sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

The moon has set, crows crow all over the sky, the maple trees on the river and the fishing fires on the boat make it difficult for me to sleep alone. In Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell ringing in the middle of the night reached my passenger ship.

Sun (Yuan Dynasty) berthed a painting boat near Fengqiao for one night and Hanshan Temple for the other. He doesn't believe Jiang Feng have any concerns. Twenty-eight moths, eyebrows and phoenix blowing, Liangzhou bright moon shining.