"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.

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

ought 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 lifes influence on him. For a moment in the past, it was a piece of film that had been stripped. Each piece was flickering.

The novel is written around "death" and "dying", but the fundamental theme is the retrospect of Harrys 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.

Dont 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 cant 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.