千年之前,姑苏城外;冷月如霜,寂静凄迷。秋霜笼罩在天际,岸畔的血色江枫遥望着水面若隐若现的渔火。举目对愁,一夜无眠。千年之后,炎炎烈日下,姑苏城外。我随着旅行团到了苏州游的最后一站———寒山寺,一所因唐代落第举子张继的一首诗而名扬天下的千年古寺。我坐在旅游车上,望着窗外火辣辣的耀眼光线,心中徘徊不定:去还是不去? Thousands ago, Gusu outside the city; cold month frost, still mournful. Autumn frost shrouded in the sky, the shore of the bloody Jiang Feng looked at the water looming fishing. Lifting their eyes to worry, sleepless nights. Thousands of years later, under the scorching sun, outside Suzhou. I travel with the tour to the last stop in Suzhou --- Hanshan Temple, a Tang Dynasty due to the Tang Dynasty son of a poem and famous Millennium Millennium Temple. I am sitting in a coach, looking out the window hot and shining light, the heart wandering uncertain: go or not?