"The snows of Kilimanjaro" to say fiction, its essence is not the plot but fully through to people. Therefore, this should not be a story, the protagonist is dying in the reality and sleep of the record, he is in the record of what happened on his own. He wants to drink, he wants to quarrel, that is only because of another kind of holy thing incapable of enthusiasm, negative deviation, deceiving oneself.
《乞力马扎罗山的雪》可以说是小说，它的本质不是情节而是充分地传达给人们。所以，这不应该是一个故事，主人公是在现实中死去和沉睡的记录，他是在记录自己发生的事情。他想喝酒，他想吵架，那只是因为另一种神圣的东西没有热情，消极偏差，欺骗自己。
He recounts the story of a few days. In the dream is the memory of the past, in the past. The pieces of life were floating in pieces, and he recorded it. In the daytime, he brought everything into reality and all the contradictions in his life. He also said his previous life, making him feel wrong. Even in Africa, where he was hunting, he was unable to get rid of his life's influence on him. For a moment in the past, it was a piece of film that had been stripped. Each piece was flickering.
他讲述了几天的故事。梦中是过去的记忆，在过去。生命的碎片在漂浮，他记录下来。白天，他把一切都变成了现实，把生活中的矛盾都变成了现实。他还说了前世的事，让他感觉不对。即使在他打猎的非洲，他也无法摆脱生活对他的影响。在过去的一段时间里，这是一部被剥离的电影。每一篇都在闪烁。
The novel is written around "death" and "dying", but the fundamental theme is the retrospect of Harry's return to the past, from the past to the present. Harry loves the world. He has a lot of experience, experience with different women, and the experience of the different professions he is engaged in, and he wants to write but not write. He failed to reach his goal in the end. Before he died, he remorseful. The end of the story, he died in a dream: he flew to Africa, the peak - peak to kilimanjaro.
这部小说是围绕着死亡和死亡而写的，但最基本的主题是哈利从过去回到现在的回忆。哈利爱这个世界。他有很多经验，和不同的女人相处的经验，以及从事不同职业的经验，他想写但不想写。他最终没能达到目的。临死前，他悔恨不已。故事的结尾，他死在一个梦里：他飞向非洲，峰巅飞向乞力马扎罗山。
Don't let go of the past, not the people or things, it may be from the beginning, is a miss, though still a Wushirenfei over but the struggle. No matter what the people once met with you, on the riverside or at the foot of the mountain, is the shore or the village, you will always go back to the place at some time in the past, and then begin to sigh with emotion. This may be the bottom of my heart. There is no one in the photo wall. There is only one familiar place. One day, when I meet a new friend, I can't help talking about the place in the picture, but I will not describe the person in the picture. You may think that it is a kind of escape, or a kind of forgetting, in fact, you are all wrong, this will be the heaviest miss for you.
的人不放过过去，不放过人或事，也许从一开始，就是一次思念，虽然还是一次乌石连飞而过的挣扎。无论人们曾经在河边或山脚下遇见你，无论是海岸还是村庄，你总会在过去的某个时候回到那里，然后开始感慨。这也许是我的心底。照片墙上没有人。只有一个熟悉的地方。有一天，当我遇到一个新朋友时，我会情不自禁地谈论照片上的那个地方，但我不会描述照片上的那个人。你可能以为这是一种逃避，或者是一种遗忘，其实你都错了，这对你来说将是最沉重的思念。