A poem of Tang Dynasty, a scholar, sent the elegance of Gusu to thousands of households and the history. Therefore, there was a kind of beauty. The elegant demeanour did not decrease for thousands of years. Although before that, Gusu had long been famous all over the world, however, the well-known poetry was once again established as a kind of height, admired and admired by thousands of people. Fengqiao and Hanshan Temple, originally unknown corners, also shine brilliantly in the humanistic history. Even thousands of years later, as long as you sing a sentence of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu city, you will arrive at the passenger ship at midnight, it seems that the smoke and water outside the city of Gusu are boundless, the bright moon and Starlight, the boat shadow and light color, the dusk drum and Morning Bell will turn around in front of us for the first time, and they will ring clearly in the ears, just like this time, can, I can also come back. At this moment, it seems that many people have become the children of Tang Dynasty. In a blue shirt, I can see the frost leaves of the Maple Bridge, listen to the Crow in the night, and the moonlight on my shoulders, the tenderness in the heart is just right. But in the memory of Fengqiao, in the bell chimes of Hanshan Temple, how many lives will be life-long, how many lives will be uncertain, how much warmth and coldness will be intertwined, how many yin and yang are separated, is it true that the maple leaves are dyed every year, the river is full of light and smoke every year, the morning bell is melodious, and the evening drum is low and can be counted clearly? Today’s Moon does not follow the deep sigh of ancient people, hitting the soul. When the old blue silk dyed the mirror Frost, the low complaint haunts the intestines. How helpless This Maple Bridge and this cold mountain temple are, what kind of loss should it be? From the dust and haze of history, and from the wind and smoke of time, could Fengqiao and Hanshan Temple become cold and indifferent, and no longer remember the prosperity and decline of creatures, no longer have the authenticity and innocence of thousands of souls? Through the light on both sides of the Maple Bridge, I listened to the faint fickle Bell of Hanshan Temple, read out the tiredness of the Maple Bridge roughly, and tasted a trace of turbidity in the sound of the bell. The night of the Maple Bridge was no longer pure, the bell of Hanshan Temple is no longer clear. Probably, this is also the necessity of history along the way, and it seems to be the ubiquitous erosion and annihilation of the world of mortals. Fengqiao is no longer the Fengqiao when Zhang Ji stood on the boat’s head and thought about something colorful; The Moonlight is not the spotless one thousands of years ago, and it lives on the wandering shoulder; The fishing fire has already disappeared, instead, the lights were bright and the neon lights were flashing; The CAWU which was not old for thousands of years also hid far away in the passionate singing and dancing; The Maple Bridge only left the shadow of history, the inner humanistic atmosphere and the atmosphere of harmony between man and nature are not easily accessible; The Hanshan Temple is still there, and the Bell continues. However, the Hanshan Temple has already become a relic covered with historical smoke, the good men and women, who are crowded with each other, may not really understand and get its essence; The bell will not stop, and in the echo of the bell, the innocence and clarity of the soul are fewer and fewer, and it is more and more difficult to find, and the secular Cram, more and more, more and more obvious, Fengqiao night Park, afraid to really become a masterpiece. I was always thinking that if there were no noisy voices, no sensational lights, less secular rap and anger, I would really take a boat and slowly approach the Maple Bridge when the night was getting dark, moored in the night of Fengqiao, listening to the bell of Hanshan Temple, it rang leisurely. Once, twice, three times, hitting the soul, would it be sobering and clear inside? These people who flocked to the time crowded into the Maple Bridge in groups. In the scene filled with the smell of sweat and secular atmosphere, they laughed casually and didn’t know what respect was, I don’t know if I have a devout heart, or if I want to do more? Unfortunately, history cannot be copied and time cannot be reincarnated. Fengqiao is no longer the Maple Bridge thousands of years ago, nor is Hanshan Temple. Even the moon on the top of the sky is not necessarily the same. Fengqiao, or Hanshan Temple, for many men and women, it just continues a name, during which the real humanistic spirit and historical value did not attract their attention at all. Even these details and excellence are losing silently, the Maple Bridge night Park outlined by Zhang Jixin has become a masterpiece.

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