Contemporary literature: Hokkaido people

Mo Yan

On February 26th, 65438, under the careful planning of Mao Danqing, a Japanese writer, and Hideki Takada, director of Sapporo Economic Exchange Office, the capital of Hokkaido, I set foot on the land of Hokkaido with a group of Japanese writers and journalists. Twelve days, three thousand miles. During this period, I have seen countless wonders and eaten many delicious foods. Have you ever experienced it? Open air wind Lu? Have you ever seen such a unique feeling? What is an antique? A magical creature like that. These are all reflected in the beautiful articles and photos of journalists in this book. I know I am clumsy and dare not repeat them. But I must have an article about the style of this book. I have to write what you gentlemen and ladies didn't write and fill in the blanks.

In my opinion, the world's tourist attractions attract tourists, in addition to food, there are also beautiful women. The beauty here refers not only to beautiful women, but also to people's beautiful appearance, which can comfort travelers' hearts for a long time, and is also the virtue of simplicity, kindness and professionalism shown by local people.

Organizing your thoughts is like browsing photos in a digital camera. The first thing that appeared was the Ishikawa woodpecker in Datong Park, Sapporo. This is a dead poet, and the photo with me is his bronze statue. Because of his haiku? On autumn nights, the streets are filled with the smell of roasted corn? I think he is my soul mate. Quiet and dark autumn night, corn oven on the corner, bright lights, lingering smoke, fragrant smell, lonely Nightcrawler and lonely corn roaster are all solidified in simple poems, which can be restored immediately in imagination, just like magical green algae, which can be revived even if it is dry for a hundred years. Because of poetry, he actually won eternal life.

Then there are female college students in Dacangshan Ski Resort, wearing red ski suits, with long eyelashes coated with white cream, and their red faces are like red plums in the snow, full of healthy and uplifting spirit. I talked to her, the camera was shot in the back, and the reporters were taking pictures in circles. She is a little shy. She is really a good girl. She said she was a sophomore at Hokkaido University, majoring in physics. She came here to ski, not to be famous, but because of interest, hope to take risks and exercise her courage. We saw her lithe figure flying in the air at the foot of the mountain and the mountain. I asked her if she felt like a flying eagle when she was soaring in the air. She just laughed, smiling innocently and childishly.

Then there is Duan Liyang Takada, the owner of the smiling green Chlorella teahouse, a frail middle-aged woman. Her teahouse, the scene is narrow, with a circle of tables and a workbench around it. Due to years of smoky fire, the roof is as black and bright as glaze. We 18 diners are crowded in such a small place. Surround her, watch her operate, and wait for her to share the food with us. She is both a proprietress, a cook and a waiter. The scene at that time reminded me of a mother and her children sitting around the dining table, and also of a bird's nest where there were birds with necks stretched out, waiting for the mother to come and feed. This association doesn't match our status and age, and it seems a little melodramatic, but it still touches me today. I can't forget the efforts and humility of Japanese women, and I can't forget the heartfelt enthusiasm and gratitude of Japanese businessmen to their guests. That night, we tasted a lot of amazing food, which will eventually be forgotten, but the tired smiling face of the proprietress shrouded in smoke will be remembered for our whole life.

Mr. Ishida Yong, a horse breeder in Kentucky Ranch in Rigao area, seems to be standing in front of me at this moment. Tall and burly body, the unique heroic expression of people who can tame fierce horses. It's cold and snowy, and purebred British horses are running at the racecourse. This is a man who knows horse language and an ambitious entrepreneur. He also owns a racetrack in Tongzhou District, and plans to build several more racetracks in the northwest of China. He believes that in the near future, there will be many places in Chinese mainland that need horses as elegant as swans. In his warm seaside villa, we drank hot coffee and talked with him about horses. He knows all kinds of famous horses in the world and knows all the horse farms in China like the back of his hand. This is a person who really knows and loves horses, and even many expressions are similar to horses. He provided us with a horse recipe: oats, alfalfa, sunflower seeds, honey, garlic and soy sauce? What a delicious meal, these happy horses. Out of his house, we boarded the ranch? Looking from the observation deck, I saw some riders bathing some horses that had just been exercised. Behind his house, the gray waves of the Pacific Ocean hit the rocks and gave a lazy roar.

Followed by Sakuma Guan Yi, a horse breeder, he is a cattle breeder in Caodi Ranch in Ahan Town. Is he tall? Non-slip rubber shoes, thin work clothes, purple face and neck, thick fingers, chapped skin, smelling of mixed forage and cow dung. We are still shivering in heavy clothes, but he looks calm and doesn't seem to feel the cold. He showed us cows, feed fields, milking workshops and milk storage tanks. This is a simple man, which reminds me of the big brothers and uncles in my hometown. This is a man who is useful to society. He provides people with milk. It is said that the average height of Japanese children has increased by two centimeters in the past thirty years because the government encourages children to drink milk. In fact, this person may not be as old as me; In fact, if I hadn't left my hometown to be a soldier and engaged in literary creation, I might have been a professional cattle breeder in my hometown. People need more people who can provide them with milk. As for novelists, it doesn't matter whether one is more or less. Cattle farmer Sakuma Guan Yi and his cattle aroused my deep feelings for the land and cattle. In fact, I am still a farmer at heart.

In the sizzling heat of sulphur mountain, there is an old couple selling sulfur eggs. In the tuyere, the bonfire is burning and a small tent is set up. Wearing shabby and dirty clothes, covered with dust, there, quietly waiting for tourists to buy their eggs cooked sulfur steam holes. Hard environment, heavy and lonely work and meager profits, they have worked for decades. The old couple, who live alone, have become a part of the scenery in sulphur mountain. Many people buy their eggs, not necessarily because they really want to eat, but as a ceremony. Such people are the real lower class people. Life is hard, but there is not much bitterness on their faces, but a happy and peaceful life. I was deeply moved by this calm. If everyone wants to get ahead, want to be vigorous, and don't want to do ordinary work, then the world will be restless.

The man older than the old couple selling sulfur eggs is Mr. Takeda Kiyoshi, who is 88 years old. He is an old hunter in Tanabimarch. He has been in bed for many days, and when he heard that I was going to visit, he sat up on purpose. In fact, he didn't sit for me, but for Liu Lianren, an extraordinary fellow who was a savage in Hokkaido for thirteen years. According to his family, his memory has deteriorated seriously, but when he mentioned that he found and participated in the rescue of Liu Lianren more than 40 years ago, his dim eyes suddenly lit up, his memory was activated, and his vague words became clear. This is an ordinary little man. If Liu Lianren's cave was not discovered by accident, it would be difficult for China people to know his name. But now, his name and Liu Lianren's name are closely tied together. In my hometown, he is almost a household name. War is like a huge wave stirring two grains of sand, making these two unrelated people collide and become legends. Dangbie Town built a monument and sculpture for Liu Lianren, and set up a committee to publicize Liu Lianren's deeds. Many enthusiastic people are volunteering to do these jobs. Monuments and sculptures are made of black stones. Although he is not tall, he looks solemn and heavy against the background of white snow. When the bus was about to leave, the old man's face stuck to the window glass and looked at us. I got off the bus and shouted through the glass, "waist Nora, waist Nora?" That's true, but I know I'll never see that old man again.

As soon as we get on the bus, the staff of Sapporo Tourism and Culture Bureau will tirelessly talk to us about the itinerary, eating and drinking, and local anecdotes. A few times, because of fatigue, we were tired of listening to her explanation. I even said she was? Words? But I soon regretted it. Miss Yin Di stayed with us for twelve days, worrying about everything, getting up early and going to bed late every day, which was very hard. On the day we went to the ski resort, she got up early and went up the mountain to explore the snow for us. A little girl, so dedicated, so hard, is really admirable. At the farewell dinner, the task of attracting Miss Dee was about to be completed, and she was finally relieved. After drinking another glass of beer, she blushed and smiled, revealing her daughter's true colors.

People came in droves, including Mr. Shinai Koko, director of Sapporo Tourism and Culture Bureau, Mr. Jin Yan, head of the department who used natural and unrestrained to scare away the cold, two masters who drove for us, Miss Misa, Miss Zaosui who could sing and dance like a civet cat, Mr. Kiichiro, a wooden house who helped Liu Lianren in those years, villagers who wrote inscriptions for Liu Lianren's surviving tablet, and many other small towns that served us. Most of them we met by chance, and it is rare to see them again in this life, but the impression they left on us and our gratitude to them will accompany us all our lives.