A trip to Aomori, Japan

A trip to Aomori, Japan | Even though I have been wandering and poor all my life.

On the way from Incheon, South Korea to Aomori, I was mixed between a Korean aunt and a Japanese aunt. A passion, a kindness and elegance. It can be seen from the age of the passengers on board that Aomori is a place similar to visiting relatives in the countryside, and its age is relatively quiet.

When the plane landed, the airport was surrounded by lush green trees, just like its name "Aomori". As if I smelled the forest, my breath became light and carefree.

The airport is very small, almost as big as Nanyuan Airport. After passing through the customs, you can see some fragmentary airport shopping stalls, the most dazzling of which is the representative painted lanterns exported from Wuqing Chuanyuan, Jin Ao. Suddenly I thought of the image of Zhang Fei in China, but one was a picture page posted on the door, and the other was a three-dimensional lantern drawn. Even though he looks serious, he looks kind and lovely.

Shihetian Lake

Because of personal feelings, I originally went to Aomori, took a taxi from the airport to Aomori Station, bought a ticket, and waited to go to Ten Hotan Lake.

I don't know how remote the Ten Hotan Lake is. The whole bus is empty. Besides me, there is a middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man with short hair. Three loners seem to enjoy it. Not far from the station, you can see the rice fields. I expressed the joy of being in the country, and the driver immediately reminded me that this was not a country, but it was still in the city.

It suddenly dawned on me that if the unreal illusion appeared, the whole city could be so quiet, and the atmosphere of popular tourist cities in Japan was completely less than 1% noise.

The bus began to shuttle through the foggy forest. Yes, I call it "the forest of fog". On both sides of the road that is not wide, there are emerald trees with life breath, surrounded by gauze-like mist. We are slowly moving forward here, and the beauty of nature is interpreted at this moment.

Hey, don't be in a hurry to admire, there are also sloping waterfalls everywhere ahead. You can soon see the water flowing, or a stream on the side of the road that is urgent or slow. What you want is crystal clear, what you want is layers of moss, what you want is large and small waterfalls, and what you want is all here.

After driving for several hours, I stopped at a platform for a short rest. The driver gently reminds you that you can make some adjustments when you get off the bus, and you can have tea (the canteen is located in front of the store for people on the road to use, free of charge).

Keep moving. The appearance of Ten Hotan Lake once again broke my inner peace. It is more beautiful than I expected. If my trip to Qinghai Lake was disappointed because of the muddy water at close range, Ten Hotan Lake completely gave me an unexpected surprise. Quiet as a virgin, beautiful as ice jade, that's probably it.

After a short rest for two days, I can see a bright red leaf in this blue summer. If there is anything to say, it is: there is earthly light and glory here, which is worth so much on earth.

Osamu Dazai building

In Ten Hotan Lake, it gives a short world away from human fireworks, and the senses shine. I went to Osamu Dazai's former residence to comfort my spirit. Earlier, I wrote a short article about Osamu Dazai, and we read it again and again: I was born a man, I'm sorry.

Starting from Aomori Station by train again, the journey to Osamu Dazai Prefecture is farther and more difficult than I expected. I need to change trains on the way, and this train only runs a few times a day at a certain time (which I didn't think of before). After waiting at the station for two hours, I finally got on the dream train to the Confucian Temple. The interior of the tram is covered with literary works and portraits and introductions of literary writers. Every seat window has literary works for passengers to browse. Chun is also on this train.

I didn't follow the guide's footsteps when I went to Dazaifu because of language problems. I sat alone in the place where Osamu Dazai wrote, leafing through the manuscript. At this time Chun came in. We nodded to each other and asked Chun to take a picture of me.

I sat where Osamu Dazai once wrote, leafing through the manuscripts of those classic words. My spirit is alive because of this, and I feel depressed and happy. The library decided that Chun was about my age, so it took the initiative to let Chun take care of me, a China reader.

We had a rest in a chair outside Osamu Dazai's house. I talked to him about Osamu Dazai and Lu Xun in China. After stubbing out a cigarette, he told me that he came from Tokyo Sanlian Bookstore, the main purpose of which was to investigate the local situation and wanted to open a bookstore here.

Leave Tokyo and open a bookstore in such a remote country? This is my inner doubt. In China, no one will say: I want to give up my excellent job in Beishangguang and go to a flower shop in a fourth-tier city. I know only China people will think this is a fool.

The significance of the journey is not to show where you have been and what kind of superior life you have lived. I learned tolerance, understanding, sincerity and dreams during my journey, and I learned to wander and be free.

I still encourage you around, try to go out alone, make friends with local people and see the world from different perspectives, so that you can come back and see your true self.

Even though I have been wandering and poor all my life.

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Text | Jane

Obsessed with traveling alone

Write poetry and prose.