波德莱尔曾经讲述过这样一件轶事:一天,巴尔扎克站在一幅好画前,这是幅描绘冬天的画,十分忧郁,到处是白霜,零零散散的几座窝棚和几个瘦弱的农夫。他凝视一座冒出一缕细烟的小屋,随后喊道:“这多美呀!可是,他们在这间窝棚里做什么?他们想什么?他们有什么悲伤?收成好吗?他们肯定有些到期的票据要付清吗?” Baudelaire once told such an anecdote: one day, Balzac standing in front of a good picture, this is a picture depicting the winter paintings, very melancholy, full of hoar frost, scattered around a few shacks And a few thin farmers. He gazed at a hut that had a fathom of fine smoke and shouted: “This is beautiful! But what are they doing in this shack? What do they think? What are their sorrows? Should the due notes be paid? ”