In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, he lived in Hangzhou West Lake. It snowed for several days, and there was no human voice or bird song in the lake. After the first watch of the day, I rowed, wore a fur coat and took a stove, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to enjoy the snow scene alone. Ice flowers are everywhere, and the clouds and mountains and rivers in the sky are white from top to bottom. The shadow that can be seen on the lake is only the trace of the West Lake long embankment in the snow. The pavilion in the middle of the lake is a bit in the snow. My boat is like a mustard leaf floating in the lake, and the people on board are just two or three grains of rice.

On the pavilion in the middle of the lake, two people sat face to face with mats. A little boy is burning a stove, and the wine on the stove is boiling. When they saw me, they were very surprised and said, "I didn't expect to meet someone like you in the lake." He took me to drink. I drank three glasses of wine and said goodbye. I asked their names, and (they replied) they are from Jinling and live here. On my boat, the boatman muttered, "Don't say Mr. Wang is stupid, there are people as stupid as Mr. Wang!" " "

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