Appreciation of "Looking at the Snow in the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake": Looking at the snow is not snow, it is life!

Appreciation: When you are young, you can read the scenery in the article, and when you are old, you can appreciate the fate in the article. The love in the past life returned, and the fate in this life is the same. Let's move forward with each other's treasures.

It is said that this is an ancient text that was selected for junior high school Chinese. I don’t know if it was added after the revision of the Ministry’s textbook, or if it existed before. In short, it is not an ancient text that my generation has memorized since the 1980s. Otherwise, How could I not be impressed by such a beauty?

I wrote more than a hundred words eloquently about the Snowy West Lake, my own obsession, and meeting people with the same obsession, and it was hard to find a close friend.

If I were younger, I would definitely like that sentence the most

Junior high school Chinese teachers must also use this sentence as the focus of appreciation, right? However, good things lose their flavor as soon as they are taken apart. The scene and place at that time can only be understood, not necessarily outsiders. A good author does not use too much pen and ink, leaving some blank space to express some artistic conception or atmosphere. A few figures outline the Snow West Lake with a few strokes, as if presenting a light ink painting to the readers, allowing us to travel through hundreds of years and enter the situation at that time. Come and experience the West Lake.

While I was excited after reading this sentence, what moved me even more was the boatman’s sentence at the end

It is said that a Bodhisattva may not appear in front of you in any form. To a certain extent, this boatman who seems to only know how to play is a kind of God's perspective observing the two madmen who met by chance on the Snow West Lake.

Secondly, the author is also experiencing this scene in middle age. He is about the same age as me. He has experienced some things but has not yet fully realized it. Yet he can still enjoy the snow like a child by the fire and take a boat. He is a greasy middle-aged person. A rare state, so cute.

Thirdly, it is difficult to find a true friend. Another idiot who was cooking wine in the snow saw me and said with great joy: "How can there be more people like this in the lake!", it is really rare. Not a minute earlier, not a minute later. On such a snowy day when no one would go out, God arranged for two people to cook and drink together in the snow. It must be a predestined relationship in a previous life. After a forced drink and farewell, we may never see each other again in this life, but that's enough. Maybe the fate of this life is over, and the love of the past life is returned.