暮霭四起,寒鸦聒噪。江风凛冽的水面,一箬笠蓑衣的老者还在忘情地垂钓,凌霜驭浪,玄观静默。这好像是我儿时读过的某首古诗中的一个令人铭心的画面。当初,先生的诠释也许是不够深入或到位,抑或他就根本 Twilight everywhere, Jackdaw boast noise. The wind and water of the wind, an old man wearing a hat is still frantic fishing, Ling frost waves, mysterious concept of silence. It looks like an inspiring picture of an ancient poem I read in my childhood. At first, Mr.’s interpretation may not be deep enough or in place, or he is at the root