Fishing Alone/ink and color painting
The snow has fallen for some time. The distant mountains, roofs, and shore are all covered with a white blanket of snow. A fisherman is casting his line on the river in the foreground.
“An old man in coir raincoat and hat sits in an isolated boat Fishing the snow in the cold river alone”.
I didn’t really understand the meaning when I first read this poem by Liu Zongyuan. How can he fish for snow? If he makes his living by fishing, why would he come out to fish in the snowy river? And wouldn’t the snowflakes melt as soon as they touched the river?
I finally understood that the words in this poem are reversed after I grew up: “Fishing alone amidst the cold river snow.” But regardless of whether the fisherman has to stand for lonesome working in the snow for the sake of his livelihood, and regardless of whether there was really someone out fishing on the river at that time, the self-absorbed poet was indeed full of poetic insights. The poet was just choosing at random, but the poem turned out to be a timeless classic.＠