第一次乘飞机出川旅游,就来到了我神往已久的地方。听到了寒山寺的钟声,吹到了大运河边寒冷的霜风。虽是冬日,阳光下枫桥景区的景物还是分外明丽,坐在枫桥边石栏杆上,我仿佛听到了《枫桥夜泊》的诗句穿越时空,一个苍老的声音伴着苏州评弹优美的旋律在耳畔响起:“月落乌啼霜满天,江枫渔火对愁眠。姑苏城外寒山寺,夜半钟声到客船。” The first flight out of Sichuan travel, came to my long-awaited place. Hear the bell Hanshan Temple, blowing the cold frost of the Grand Canal. Although the winter, the scenery of the Maple Bridge in the sun is still exceptionally bright, sitting on the flagpole stone railings, I seem to hear the “Maple Night of the Night,” the verse through time and space, a old voice accompanied by the Suzhou Pingtan beautiful Melody sounded in the ears: "Moonlight Wuti frost sky, Jiangfeng Yuhuo on the sad sleep. Gushan outside the Hanshan Temple, the night bell to the passenger ship.