In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen (AD 1632), he lived in the West Lake. After three days of heavy snow, the voices of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. After the first shift of the day (around 8: 00 pm), I wore a leather coat and lit a stove, and I drove a boat to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone. The lake is filled with ice flowers, and the sky, clouds, mountains and water are integrated into one, making it all white. There are relatively clear shadows on the lake, only the traces of the West Lake long embankment looming in the snow, a little outline of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and two or three figures on my boat.
In the pavilion, two people sat opposite each other with blankets. A boy is cooking wine, and the water in the wine stove is boiling. When they saw me, they were very happy and said, "How can we meet people like you in the lake!" " "Take me to drink with you. I drank three large glasses and said goodbye to them. Ask them what their surnames are and learn that they are from Jinling and live here. When getting off the boat, the boatman said in a low voice, "Don't say" xianggong "that you are obsessed with this snow scene. There are others who are as obsessed with this snow scene as you are! "