The first feeling after reading is that the text is clean and neat, poetic, the scenery and character descriptions are beautiful and subtle, and the story of good and evil, enmity and hatred, and fate in life is described concisely and meaningfully.
It tells the story of a period of enmity and feud centered on Hou Moxiang of Dingjian and successive lords of the Dingjian Pavilion.
There are not only martial arts battles in the jianghu, but also chivalrous tenderness; not only the feelings of life and death of the family and the country, but also the soft words of the love of men and women; not only the coldness and xiao killing of a sword and light and the fourteen states, but also the poetry and tranquility of the wind and snow.
This book takes the confrontation between the Dingjian Pavilion (Zhongyuan) and the Great Bright Palace (Western Regions) as the background and main line, and a series of wonderful stories have occurred.
The legendary murderous demon pupil of the Moga clan is here, and Xue Ziye, the young master of the Medicine Valley, chooses to go alone to the Great Bright Palace of the Demon Realm under the wheel of fate. And Dingjian Ge Huo Zhanbai, he did not know that this woman's redemption was exchanged for a trek of thousands of miles, a farewell that could not be seen at the end...
Trekking thousands of miles to say goodbye to you, in the first and last snowy night, please forgive me who turned away at this moment - for the barren years, for my final inability to persevere, for the deep love in life, but in the end can not stand the time.
The book is not long, and the story is simple. But the plot is tight, and the peaks and loops are everywhere. When writing the fight scene, it is like a flowing cloud, and there is no condensation. Writing about the emotions of the characters is meticulous and gives the person a sense of immersion.
This story is simplistic and cannot be simpler, three words: please. Everything is unattainable, not obtained. The old terrier of all the stories, when the time comes, do not know how to cherish, after losing regrets.
"Green ant new wine, red clay small stove." Late to the day want snow, can you drink a cup of nothing? Purple night, I will not return to the north, please wait under the plum tree warm wine. Definitely wins you. ”
It wasn't until much later that he learned that this journey of a thousand miles was ultimately just a farewell for the last time or even to see each other.
Huo Zhanbai had guilt for Qiu Shuiyin, and Xue Ziye had a snowy nostalgia in his heart that could never be let go, before they met, they had already experienced too much imperfection and mutilation in their lives, but it was these two broken souls that silently comforted each other in a few meetings. The warmest companionship is also the most silent. Invisibly, their involvement with each other is getting deeper and deeper. Once so obsessively trying to protect a person, but in the end it was finally defeated by the absurd arrangement of time and fate.
Late in the day, the snow is coming, and the old man is no longer there. Whether sleeping or thinking, no matter how much smoke and smoke in this chaotic world, only the flawless snow bears witness to this sad story that is as stunning as a flash in the pan.
"Summer days, winter nights. After the age of 100, he returned to his residence.
Winter nights, summer days. After the age of 100, it is returned to his room. ”
A song "Ge Sheng" runs through the whole text. It's all about life and death.
Loss and redemption, encounter and wrong. Snow and blood are actually such a match. Who is good and who is evil, but the human heart. Even the deepest love will be exhausted in the turbulent displacement, and the mountain alliance and sea oath will not be able to beat time. The misses of the people in the story are heart-wrenching.
Huo Zhanbai, a genius disciple of the Tianshan Mountains, one of the Eight Swords of the Dingjian Pavilion, with many auras, but lived a bumpy first half of his life, drifting for eight years, tossing and turning for thousands of miles, but in the end he did not catch anything. Judging from the drunken dialogue with Xue Ziye, Huo Zhanbai is a standard prodigal image of the jianghu, who is mercurial and dares to love and dare to hate, but in fact, Huo Zhanbai is "cowardly" and has never dared to be loyal to love and hate. Just like Qiu Shuiyin said to him, Huo Zhanbai was always one step late, whether it was for Qiu Shuiyin, for Mo'er or for Xue Ziye, when he arrived with all his efforts, everything was empty.
Everyone waded from the river of the past, carrying different memories, their fates were entangled, but in the end they could give up on each other and liberate each other - Xue Ziye gave up Xuehuai, Huo Zhanbai gave up Qiu Shuiyin, Yami gave up the Sect King...
They all crossed the river of time and walked to the other shore.
Only the lone narrator remains there, watching sheepishly as the backs of these people disappear into the fog of time and space. It's like looking at your own body.
Trek thousands of miles to say goodbye to you, on the first and last snowy night.
Cangyue successfully used her control of words and control of the plot to write Xi Murong's quiet poem a work of life and death sadomasochism with ups and downs in the plot and smooth and beautiful writing.
Ten years ago, I read it amazingly, and I read it again ten years later. "Seven Nights of Snow" is still Cangyue's consistent writing style, with beautiful writing, delicate feelings, and the plot is not very brilliant, but in the right emotional drama, distinct character personality and unique writing style, it can always create a mood that makes people fall deeply into resonance. This is true from the beginning of "Snow Wei" and "Wasteland Snow" to the later "Sword Song" and "Mirror" series.
This is a book about compromise, abandonment, and reconciliation, which is suitable for reading in the near future.
A good book that is short and concise, without word count, without logic bugs, and works of conscience. After reading it, there is both loss and relief. Miss, just let it pass, there are still many people waiting for us to miss the road ahead, don't stay in the same place for too long.