What Becomes of Snow When It Melts?

Although I only read this article after so many years, it is so touching, so shocking, and I will never forget it.

While reading the article, I thought more than once, Rukawa should not pass away like this without a sound, even the memories are sparse and ordinary, how cruel time is; I have reviewed the copywriting more than once, looking at the names in the protagonist column, and desperately hoping that their love will finally have a perfect turning point. I didn't know all the mystery until the end, and I suddenly felt sour and unbearable. What is the melted snow? It turns out to be life and death, destruction and reshaping.

Preface: I actually read this article more than half a year ago, but I can't forget it for a long time. Our brains and hearts are limited, so there are not many unforgettable people and things in this life. So I thought it was worth jotting down my own reflections on it. This is both responsible for yourself and the author. I thought so. The snow melted, what is it? I answered: It's snow. So, one night when I was extremely sleepy but unable to sleep, I opened this story just to find the answer to this question. The opening chapter is about a merciless fire that separates two loving and brilliant people. So, the dead pass away, and the living survive. As time goes by, the wheel of fortune has no choice but to continue turning. Forget or remember, say goodbye or recall. So, two people came and two roads came. After reading this, I couldn't help but ask myself, if I were faced with such a choice, which one would I choose? I thought about it long enough, but found that I didn't have the answer in my mind. Because I have never loved, never been unforgettable. Real stories can always be mistaken for past events. And my past is blank. Read on to see his choices. Oh, it is remembering and recalling. Yes, true love probably cannot be forgotten... He continues his career, continues the story of the deceased, and climbs to higher mountains; he goes to the home of the deceased to perform filial piety, he declares their love to the world, and he gets the world's recognition of their love... After reading this, I am full of emotions. I really hope that I can also meet such a lover. After I pass away, he can still bravely carry my love for him and his hobby for me to live a good life; I even hope that I can meet someone who after he passes away, I can embrace tomorrow with his love for me and my love for him (after all, the person left behind will be more painful). However, many things in the world are ultimately unpredictable. One day many years later, when the dead have long since rested, the living have returned to peace. One day, the little girl asked: "What is the melted snow?" He replied: "It's water." The truth suddenly surfaced! The so-called dead are actually the living; the so-called living are actually dead! At that moment, my tears burst out... I couldn't control it... I don't know what to sigh, I only know that my heart is warm and painful... I don't know what to expect, I only know that my heart is trembling but calm... It's not that there are no clues, but until the moment the truth was revealed, I didn't want to believe it or couldn't believe it. I am so sensitive, how could I not think of the possibility of the truth? But, is this really the truth? ! No need to confirm again, this is really the truth: love is so deep, it will happen naturally. I have always believed in the badness of human nature, but at this moment, I began to expect love and decided to like it. A thousand readers will have a thousand understandings and thousands of feelings. No matter what Xuedaide wants to express, I learned to believe in love from here. Although this is just a story, I prefer to believe that it is a past event. I began to understand the meaning and power of dreams, became brave, and was no longer afraid of getting hurt. Maybe Xuedai was shocked when she saw that her article could change my life, but it's true. I am grateful to Xuedidae for this story. Of course, at the same time, I feel resentful. Xuedai's article "What Does Snow Melt?" And a certain adult's article were both written together, which made me feel lonely. This is a tragic thing. Loneliness is painful and confusing when you don't have the right person by your side. My request is to live together, no matter what kind of relationship is maintained, family ties are safe, friendship is kind, and love is sweet, as long as we can know each other and stay together. But my relatives are in my hometown, my friends are far away, and there is no one I love and who loves me. I can't help feeling resentful. What is the melted snow? The deceased said: It is spring. The living person said: It is water. And I no longer think it is snow. We can often tell what kind of person a person is from his answers to some small questions. The person who can answer that it is spring must be a person whose heart is filled with the sunshine of love; the person who can answer that it is water probably has a normal and average heart; the person who can answer that it is snow is of course a stubborn person. Here, love melts stubbornness and influences the once-stubborn heart. What is the melted snow? It's spring. It's love.

I actually met xelly again, and crawled to CK's column. The world is so small... At first when I read this article, I had a feeling that Higoto was actually Rukawa when he appeared. So after reading the article, I was eager to prove my conjecture between the lines and ignored many delicate descriptions. Only after reading it for the second time did I see the skill of the author. I found out that xelly actually writes slayer Twelve Kingdom fanfics, and is still writing the Twelve Kingdoms ing. I feel so lucky that I have another article to follow~ When I saw the author's profile, you said you should slowly fill up the holes, even though you don't know how many holes you have, I smiled evilly, and I would like to remind you two first, don't talk to strangers, Wujiang... Wujiang is the most voluptuous (...) Sd fanfic I have ever seen ~ Reviewing the Twelve Kingdoms~

I was knocked down by you! I am deeply struck by you!

This is a story that must be read a second time. But after reading it for the first time, I still didn't have the courage to read it back. When I first read it, all the words were light. Although the theme of this story is heavy death and rebirth, the narrative tone was too light. However, the moment at the end overturns the entire world in the work, and it becomes a completely different story. Every word, sentence, and even punctuation in the article suddenly became heavy. The weight puts me off. I really don't want to say it: because of this ending, all the previous questions have answers. In fact, there is no problem in the previous article. All the inconsistencies are natural. This is enough to explain everything. No one needs the truth. It is really too unbearable to explain all this with the truth. This is a weight that no one except Rukawa can bear. But I had to read it a second time, just as the truth was not hidden after all. This story has been woven with great care. The hundred questions at the beginning are a prophecy for all the plots that will unfold later. Tea ceremony, blue, Chinese Valentine's Day, isolated island, snow... These props all have varying degrees of dissonance when they appear again later. After twenty years of practicing tea ceremony, it was only at an amateur level. The low-key blue color suddenly became bold... At first we thought it was the change caused by the fire, but in the end we found out that it was Rukawa. This article is narrated from a third-person perspective most of the time. So the protagonist's inner monologue cannot be hidden. The words spoken can be false, but the description of his heart must be true. It's fine that the characters in the story who can't read his inner world are kept secret by him, but he is obviously another person, but before the end, he deceives all the readers who can see his inner world. This is of course the author's strength. She only needs to hide a decision to change the story, and then all Rukawa's psychological descriptions will be automatically misunderstood by readers. "How should I get along with Hanagata properly? How should I get along with my mother properly?" His fear was real, but it was not due to traumatic stress. "He has not thought about the difficulty of maintaining memory... The risk of forgetting his lover is infinitely close to zero." His confidence is true, but it is not confidence in determination, but confidence in action. "I was moved. I was moved by the infatuation expressed so calmly." His feeling was genuine. But this touching feeling was not because Hanata fell in love with him, but because they loved the same person. In fact, every detail of this story will get a new interpretation when reading it for the second time, but in that case, this review may be longer than the text. Only two points are mentioned here. Rukawa gave up the path of immortality and chose Hanagata. Even if Fujima himself makes this decision, it's hard to say who he will choose. Unfortunately, it was Rukawa who made the decision, so he could only choose Hanagata. The theme of being with Sendō can only be Rukawa, but being with Hanagata can be called Rukawa, but in fact it is Fujima. The paradox of immortality and the paradox of flower shape - their intuitions are surprisingly accurate, but unfortunately no one believes it, including themselves. The acting styles of the two Liudou are a great foreshadowing. Rukawa is his true color, Fuji is a chameleon. If the story were changed to Fujima living instead of Rukawa, it would be much easier. He could easily become the character himself. But having Rukawa play Fujima was pure misery. He needs to destroy himself, he needs to reshape Fujima, and in the end he has to use this eliminated self and the reshaped Fujima to perform the works he once performed. Rukawa's inner monologue in the article is his own, but all his words and actions represent Fujima. In the life of playing Fujima, there is only one sentence that he really says for himself. After a short period of patience, the young man allowed his tears to roll down. "I want to live well, for..." The voice was unequivocal: "For Kenji Fujima." It's a pity that after being tense all his life, he relaxed at the last moment of his life, and his success fell short. What is the melted snow? It's water. Of course it's water. When the snow melts, spring may not come, but after it melts, it must be water, and it can only be water.

I don't know how to write a review, but I still want to say that I was really shocked when I saw the last chapter. I was completely shocked... I guessed completely wrong, and I covered my face... Xd It's really…

I'll check in every few days. I didn't expect the author to really reply, and I'm very happy. In fact, I have only read the chapter of Spring Snow, so I don't really understand it. I just think that in this story, the flower arrangement is very beautiful, and it is in line with the exploration of love, beauty, and death that Japanese literature often expresses. Speaking of Snow Country, I like Kawabata Yasunari and his work very much. I also found a story with a very similar atmosphere in the SD fanfic. It is a rough story. Whether it is the original work or the fanfic, I really like it. Regarding the story of What Snow Melts, I actually read it back and forth several times, because there is always a feeling that I can't read it all at once. Although the plot setting of the story is quite special, I feel that it is not the kind of story that wins by plot, but more, it expresses a kind of exploration through the turning point of the plot and the behavior of the characters. Every choice Rukawa makes may be his delicate exploration of life. I like him very much for being so unique. I think I'm living on the run, but I also like other characters in SD, and I'm looking forward to you filling in the gaps. Is it in Jinjiang? Then I'll come and take a look at it in a while, come on.

Leave me a message again. I suddenly remembered that I forgot where I heard someone say it. I recommend an article. The description of Rukawa in the article is deeper than many exiles. Then this article was given. I think about my mood when I read this story, between lightness and heaviness. The setting of the sea of abundance shocked me inexplicably. Maybe it was because the feeling it brought was so beautiful. The mutilated body and the beautiful characters stayed in my heart like a painting, making me unforgettable. The whole story is very beautiful. I hope to see other SD stories written by you, even in fragments.

I think I really like it, especially the part about Hanagata writing a letter. This article was posted in the academy in 2006. Anyway, I saw it in the academy. After all this time, I can still see it in Jinjiang.