Longfellow has both the lofty ideals of humanists and the sorrows of humanists. In this beautiful lyric poem "Snowflake", we can easily feel the mind of a humanist.
The sky is so vast, but it can't help the long-term stagnation of unrequited love. It can no longer accommodate this desperate secret. Ah, no matter how big the day is, it needs to be expressed, vented, confided and understood. As a result, a swirl of snow-poetry in the sky-fell to the ground like this. ...
The poet pinned his infinite worries on snowflakes, and all kinds of unsolvable troubles in the world were vented and purified in the snow in Wan Li, which crystallized into white and transparent sadness. Yes, even sadness can be transformed into a strange magical beauty, as Hegel said in Aesthetics: "Even if pain is expressed by music, there should be a sweet tone that permeates the complaint, making it clear and making people feel that it is worthwhile to hear this sweet complaint."