The moonset is full of crowing and frost, the maple fishing fire is sad about sleeping, and the cold mountain temple outside Gusu City rings the passenger ship in the middle of the night. This famous poem has made Hanshan Temple a famous temple in ancient and modern times. Zhang Ji, a depressed poet, and Hanshan, a devout monk, would never have thought of it for thousands of years. Poetry should be temple, Temple because of the name of poetry, pick up a temple into a poem, build a poem named a temple, the eternal absolute singing of the centuries. Mourning Fengqiao listens to the bell and Xiuxuhan listens to the Sanskrit.