诗不过是一种精神奢侈品,而想象,永远是一种无法抵达的现实。因为一首诗,我来到了这地方,寒山寺。诗当然就是那首张继的《枫桥夜泊》。可惜我不是夜间来的,见不到月落,乌啼,渔火,以及满天的霜,更听不到钟声回荡。这些都是要机缘的。客船是见到了,古运河里,有方头亭顶的游船来往,可空空荡荡没啥人。 Poetry is but a spiritual luxury, and imagination is always an inaccessible reality. Because of a poem, I came to this place, Hanshan Temple. The poem of course is the first Zhang Ji, “Night Maple Bridge.” Unfortunately, I do not come at night, I can not see the moon, Wu Di, fishing boats, and the sky full of frost, but can not hear the bell echoing. These are opportunities. Passenger ship is seen, the ancient canal, there is a side of the top of the pavilion cruise, nothing empty people.