正是初冬时节,这一天,天色虽好,却是寒风料峭。唐代著名诗人张继乘船到他乡做客,路过姑苏西郊时,由于天色已晚,便停泊在枫桥边。张继躺在床上翻来覆去睡不着觉。不知过了多久,月亮落了下去,放眼四野,寒露重重。这时,只听“哑”的一声,一只乌鸦从枫桥边的一棵古树上扑棱而起,那凄厉的啼叫声在这寂静的夜晚显得格外响亮。张继索性披上大衣,踱步走出船舱。此时,江边枫树的倒影映在张继身上,好像一个摔跤手正向他扑来。此情此景,令张继黯然神伤,心中有一种 It is the beginning of winter season, this day, although the weather is good, it is frigid. Zhang Ji, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, traveled abroad to visit his hometown. When passing by the western suburbs of Suzhou, he was parked at the Fengqiao because of the darkness. Zhang Ji lying in bed over and over again could not sleep. I do not know how long, the moon fell, looking wild, cold dew heavy. At this time, just listen to “dumb” sound, a crow fluttering from an old tree near the Maple Leaf edge, the mournful cry is particularly loud on this quiet night. Zhang Zhisuo draped coat, pacing out of the cabin. At this point, the reflection of the waterfront maple Zhang Jijian body, like a wrestler is rushed to him. This scene, so that Zhang Ji dejected, there is a heart