Snow Country

I hope that you should love others well and love yourself well. Don't lose the most important thing. Life is long and you go against the current. As long as you work hard in the future, even if life disappoints you, don't forget to love yourself.

I have written many critical texts, so maybe I shouldn't comment on this work just now, but I am a young man with poor literary skills, so I am not qualified to use it as a reading question today. Inner touch? That's just the small gratitude of ignorant people. Perhaps what we should talk about today is the afterglow of this work. Rather than being illusory, it really hurts my heart. I remember that a few weeks after watching Snow Country, I had a little dream about a woman in a quiet cedar hot spring hotel with not many guests. She was in a room deep in the corridor. I didn't know it at first, but I had a very happy relationship with her. Then suddenly I found out that she was sick, so I rushed to her room. She was there, but all I saw was a skeleton. I woke up instantly, tears streaming down my face, as if I was still in a dream. It turned out that it was just six o'clock in the morning, but my heart was very painful, and it was painful, because it seemed that what I had was not just a dream, I had really lost something, and I didn't know it, so I could only cry. "Dreams are the true feedback of reality!" This is what Kawabata Nariyasu said. And it is so similar to the Snow Country. Juzi's enthusiasm seems to be the joy in the dream. Is Ye Zi's burnt body the skeleton? I couldn't help but reflect on myself, but I am not Shimamura. Maybe if I think about it, it will just be the pain of fatigue. My dream was probably just a simple nightmare. Maybe taking a step back, I would rather accept it as if it never happened. I couldn't help but think of Dao Cun in the Snow Country. After Ye Zi died, would he fall in love with a certain beautiful woman again? The Milky Way in the sky was pouring down, and I thought that there would no longer be starry nights. Maybe he, like me, just wished that nothing had happened, and he could watch the stars under the starless night sky. Just like people in the world, they will face life with a smile like Ju Zi, lose everything with love like Ye Zi, and live in silence like Dao Cun at a loss. Maybe it's just for such a simple reason. What this work brought me was really just a few tears, but for me, this is a luxury. After all, the protagonist in Snow Country never shed a single tear! I was lucky enough to admire the master's masterpieces from a hundred years ago, and I realized that the melancholy between emotion and reality is connected to the past and present. I once imagined that the school where I studied was an acre of fields a hundred years ago, with boys in coarse cloth and delicate girls playing in the endless wheat fields. I stood in the corridor and looked at the school gate, as if I saw all this vividly in front of me, but it was just a steady stream of vehicles rushing through the foggy rainy night. How much I want to close my eyes, how much I want to look at the sky, as if the Milky Way in the sky is still there, but there is none, and I can't see it with my eyes now. It seems that everything is internalized just like the snow country in Kawabata Nariyasu's works. I can only feel sad about the aftertaste of the heavy snow, but sadness is also a kind of beauty! How I feel that I have become a part of beauty, and how much I feel that I have become a part of sorrow. I love him deeply, even morbidly. I seem to be Shimamura, and Shimamura is not a reflection of Kawabata Nobuyasu's heart. I seem to feel pity for this stranger from a hundred years ago. But I am not a novelist, and I cannot make up a perfect story. I can only shed tears for myself, and be grateful that I am still lucky enough to dream. Even if I have woken up from the dream, the novel is just a novel. It would be incomplete without talking about the post-reading impressions of artistic techniques. But for Yu Yun, this is how I feel in every pore of my body.

I don't know why I don't like Japanese writers' novels very much, they seem to have a strange air of decadence in them.

The ending feels a bit rushed I'll have to read it again later

The description of the environment is very detailed It's very poignantly written.

This novel is actually quite good. Sometimes I feel bored, so I secretly read it while working.

I like the geisha in this section very much, and I find the conversation between her and Shimamura very interesting.

Kawabata Yasunari, I can only say that I barely know his name.

What you can feel is the delicate description of the detailed characters and scenery, but you never know what he wants to express in his heart.

Get another zinc-skinned baby soldier or something.