The Snow of Kilimanjaro (Gomai Classic)

One chapter and one story, vivid and vivid. War, love, bravery, life and death. Different stories, different realizations, sometimes they feel understated, sometimes they feel profound. A brave and independent third-married woman, and a useless poet who is greedy for pleasure. This pairing is very conflicting. The matador chapter made me feel courage and ordinaryness. The sword stabbing hand who had been injured and lost his courage made me feel that most people have gone from glory to decline in this way, and heroes are always in the minority. In the restaurant, two young men used knives to make bull horns, and two young men simulated bullfighting. In the end, the young man imitating the matador hero fell in blood. It made me feel that the people at the bottom had little fun and were ignorant. Life and death. The doctor traveled across mountains and rivers to deliver the baby to an Indian woman who was having difficulty giving birth. The husband, who was lying on the upper bunk with an injured leg, silently committed suicide. Not much depiction. But the difficulty of rebirth and the haste of giving up life. It seems so on the surface. But "You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish." Perhaps the man on the upper bunk suffered from the pain in his legs and the howling of the mother. The sharp sound and the stinging pain in the body have been faintly poking at the man's heart. Or maybe the upcoming parenting pressure of a newborn will make men feel even more burdened. I don't know why, it's more about letting readers imagine. When I read the chapter on trout fishing, I especially wanted to know what a trout looks like. I specifically searched for it. The flowing water in the mountains reminded me of the fishing scene in Brad Pitt's movie "A River". The handsome young man is fishing alone in the mountains. The picture is vivid and full of life. It also reminded me of Kanas. Nature always heals people. The few warriors who guarded the intersection to intercept and kill the Germans, the two drunkards who were greedy for bicycles, and the underage German whose head was exploded for participating in the war. The indifference of the war and the warmth of the enemy who guarded his death merged together. The cruel thing is war. Human beings seem to love life, regardless of nationality or age. I just feel that if I have the opportunity, I must experience more different life situations.

The words in this book are concise and powerful, like a sharp sword that can directly pierce people's hearts. Reminds me of the strong yet vulnerable people around me. The leopards and big birds in the book seem to symbolize some kind of inevitable fate, and the protagonist's calmness and helplessness in the face of death also made me empathize with him. Sometimes we are just like him, struggling in the difficulties of life but unable to change. But even so, we can find a glimmer of hope in his tenacity. This book is like a glass of strong wine, which makes people intoxicated while reading, and then falls into deep thought after waking up.