Night parking near Fengqiao, cold night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.
Outside Gusu City, near Qiao Feng Town, the moon is setting in the west, crows are crying sadly, and frost is everywhere. Looking at the swaying maple trees and the lights of fishing boats by the river, I feel sad and sleepless.
Late at night, the lonely and quiet Hanshan Temple rang the melodious ancient clock, which was faintly transmitted to my passenger ship.
One night in autumn, Zhang Ji wandered alone in a boat by the Maple Bridge outside Suzhou. The beautiful scenery of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River attracted the traveler who was full of travel troubles and couldn't sleep. The faint bell in the distance inspired Zhang Ji's creation and wrote this poem with clear artistic conception.