Chapter 99 Lake in winter - 1

Sleeping through a quiet winter night, and waking up with the impression that God was asking me some question, and in sleep I tried to answer, but couldn't - what - how - when --where?But this is Nature in the dawn, in which all creatures live, and she looks in from my great window, clear and content, and there is nothing wrong with her lips.Waking up to nature and skylight is the answer.The snow lay deep on the ground, dotted with young pines, and the hillside where my cabin stood seemed to say, "Go!" Reply.It has already made a decision. "O Prince, our eyes search with envy, and the wondrous and varied sights of the universe come to our souls. No doubt, the night obscures part of this glorious creation; but the day comes again This great work is revealed to us, and this great work stretches from the earth to space."

So I do my dawn work.First, I took an ax and bucket to find water, if I wasn't dreaming.After a cold, snowy night, it takes a wand to find water.The watery and quivering lake, extraordinarily sensitive to every breath, reflecting every light and shadow, freezes a foot, a foot and a half in winter, and the heaviest livestock can bear it, perhaps ice There was also a foot of snow on it, so you couldn't tell if it was a lake or flat ground.Like the groundhog in the surrounding mountains, it closes its eyes and sleeps for three months or more.Standing on a snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture in the mountains, I walked through first a foot of snow, then a foot of ice, opened a window at my feet, and knelt there to drink water , and looked into the quiet living room of the fish, which was filled with a soft light, as if shining through a layer of frosted glass, and the fine sand bottom was still the same as in summer, where a An amber-colored twilight reigns without waves but with a sense of long clarification, in perfect harmony with the calm and balanced temperament of its inhabitants.The sky is under my feet as it is above us.

Every day, early in the morning, when everything was crisped by the cold, men came across the snow with rods and a light lunch to catch fresh fish and pike; Many people, who instinctively adopted another way of life and believed in other forces, came and went in this way and partially stitched many cities together, otherwise, the cities would still be divided.They sat on the shore in their stout duffel coats, and ate their meals on dry oak leaves, as wise in their experience of nature as the townspeople in their pretensions.They never studied books, and knew and could say much less than they did.What they did was said to be unknown.Here's a guy who fishes for pike with big bass.You look at his bucket, it's like seeing a summer lake, how amazing, as if he has locked summer in his house, or he knows where summer hides.How, you say, did he catch so many in midwinter?Ah, the earth was frozen with ice, and he found worms out of the rotten wood, so he could catch these fish.His life itself was spent in the depths of nature, beyond the depths of natural scientists; he himself should be a research topic of natural scientists.The scientist gently picked up the moss and bark and picked them up with a knife to find the bugs; but he hacked into the center of the tree with an axe, and the moss and bark flew far away.He made a living by peeling bark.Such a man has the right to fish, and I love to see nature come out to him.The bass ate the grub, the pike ate the bass, and the fisherman ate the pike; that's how all the slots in the creature class were filled.