Flower field on handkerchief

Naoko Anfang's Moonlight Fairy Tale Series includes five classic masterpieces, such as Flower Field on Handkerchiefs, Until Flower Beans are Ripe, Roller Skates on the Wind, The Secret of Rabbit House, and Guests of Red Rose Hotel.

The works have typical oriental color and strong Japanese local flavor, and the essence of harmony between man and nature is permeated between the lines. The works are exquisite and meaningful, warm and touching, with a faint beauty of seclusion and tranquility. The author uses a unique and flexible brushwork to render a faint sadness and a dreamy color like a mist. The work connects the fantasy world with the real world with elements that transcend time and space, so that the reality sinks into the faint fantasy bottom and supports the magnificent architecture of the fantasy world.

This series is translated by Zhou, a famous children's literature writer, theorist and translator. The translation is accurate, vivid, beautiful and smooth. Exquisite illustrations are full of strong Japanese national flavor, which complement each other with words and are very attractive.

The flower field on the handkerchief tells the story of a handkerchief that can brew chrysanthemum wine. A postman named Fu Liang was entrusted by the grandmother of Juju Hotel to help her keep the hip flask.

Just sing a song gently: "Come out, come out, little people who brew chrysanthemum wine", and five little people will come out of this hip flask and brew chrysanthemum wine on the handkerchief. Before leaving, grandma told Fu Liang to remember two things: First, no one can see when making wine. Second, don't think about making money with chrysanthemum wine. Over time, Fu Liang's greed grew and he forgot his original promise, so incredible things happened. ...

Brief introduction of the author

Naoko Anfang (1943 ——1993) graduated from Japan Women's University and is a famous Japanese children's literature writer and fairy tale master. Although she died young, her works were widely circulated. 1969 published the famous work Pepper Doll and won the newcomer award of the third Japanese Children's Writers Association. Since then, he has embarked on the road of literary creation. His works are exquisite and meaningful, and his imagination is strange. His main works are Magic Tongue, Song of the Wind and Trees, Flower Field on Handkerchiefs, Forest of White Parrots, Silver Peacock, Hat Shop in Lilac Street, Story of the Dusk Sea, Heavenly Road, Distant Wild Rose Village, Fragrant Town, Auspiciousness in Winter and Bear Story, etc. Among them, Song of the Wind and Trees won the 22nd literature prize in primary schools, The Far Wild Rose Village won the 20th Wilderness Children's Literature Award, Fairy Tales of the Mountain: Roller Skaters in the Wind won the 3rd New Min Nanji Children's Literature Award, and Until the Flowers are Ripe-A Story of a Small Night won the 2nd Hironosuke Fairy Tale Award.

catalogue

The villain in the pot

Marry a bride

A boot.

a string of beads

Dancing villain

Uneasy days

Go to a house with a red roof.

1 1 On a cold night in the month, the little man in the pot.

The postman banged on the door of a building facing the road.

"Letter-letter-"This house has no mailbox, no house number, almost no windows, and the heavy iron gate is rusty. The white wall was blackened by smoke, and there was no sound in the room.

Will such a place be inhabited? With this in mind, the postman kept knocking at the door. Why? Because the envelope says: East Street 5-3- 1 1 Chrysanthemum House Hotel and this building is really the wine cellar of Chrysanthemum House.

The postman knows that twenty years ago, there was a big brewery in this area called Jugu. He also heard that the Chrysanthemum Building was destroyed by the war, and almost all of it was burned down in the war, leaving only a wine cellar, and family members and shop assistants fled.

But now, this letter has been sent to the only remaining wine cellar.

Since then, the world has completely changed, and the face and name of the city have changed. However, on this envelope, the current address is indeed written, and there is nothing wrong with it. It refers to this wine cellar.

Then, the postman shouted again: "Is there anyone in the house?" Then, he put his ear to the iron gate.

Unexpectedly, there was a bang inside. Then I heard the click of the lock. The postman stepped back and said, "Ah, the letter." The door creaked open and an old woman stood in front of the postman, wearing a dark blue kimono with broken white spots.

You are seventy years old, aren't you? No, my waist is bent like that. I look like I'm eighty or ninety years old. She blinked her eyes and said, "I am a hermit in the Chrysanthemum Garden." The postman was taken aback: "Really? I heard that all the housekeepers have fled, and no one has stayed in this city. " Grandma smiled.

"I am the only one left." She said, "I have been waiting for news of my son in this wine cellar for almost twenty years. Ah, today is finally here! " Grandma took the letter, put it in her hand, made a gesture similar to bow, and took it in her arms. Then she suddenly turned to the postman and said, "come in and sit down for a while!" As a thank-you gift for bringing good news, I invite you to drink the wine hidden in Jugu. " Although the postman is a little scared, he is also a little curious.

Deep in the cellar, a small lamp is dim, and an incredible smell of wine and mildew is mixed and scattered.

The postman hesitated a little, but he was relieved to think that the bag on the motorcycle was just empty at this time, and today's delivery work was over.

Coupled with the grandmother's warm invitation, she said "then drink less" and went into the wine cellar.

A wine cellar is like a cave.

This is an old wine cellar that has not seen the sun for a long time, is not ventilated, and no one has been here. If someone lives in a place like this, it's not a monster, but also a ghost, right? The postman looked timidly at grandma's face.

But grandma's appearance is not terrible at all. Small white hair behind her head, squinting and laughing. In big stores with years, there are often grandmothers who give people this feeling.

"Come, please sit down." Grandma said.

Only then did he notice that there was a big armchair in front of him. Unexpectedly, the wine cellar became a small living room. The antique round table and four velvet chairs were smoked into black kerosene lamps and iron stoves. These things seem to be bathed in magic light and float vaguely.

The postman sat in a chair and put his hand on the stove. I only heard the old woman say, "Now, let me treat you to a warm bar!" " "Then, she went deep into the water, unexpectedly climbed up the barrel with wine at the end and took a pot from the high shelf. This is a clay pot more than 20 centimeters high. Grandma touched the pot carefully and put it gently on the round table when she came back.

"This is our family's secret wine, which is chrysanthemum wine." "Really?" The postman blinked.

"Chrysanthemum wine? That is to say, it is made of chrysanthemums? " "yes." Grandma nodded her head.

"As you say. The wine made from grapes is wine, and the wine made from plums is plum wine. This is one thing. However, this is no ordinary wine, it is the only rare treasure in the world! " "Are you? Does it have a special taste? " The postman picked up the pot in one hand and wanted to smell it. But he immediately lifted the pot, unexpectedly light.

"This is not empty, is it empty?" The postman shouted in disappointment.

I saw the old woman covering her mouth and smiling like a naughty child, saying, "That's why she said this is the only wine in the world." "Please don't fool me." The postman tightened his face. He thinks his grandmother is teasing him.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry," grandma put her hand on the postman's shoulder and whispered in his ear. "Don't be surprised! Some interesting things will happen from now on. " Say that finish, grandma took a piece of white cloth from her pocket and spread it beside the pot.

That is a handkerchief with lace. In a corner, there is a very small blue heart embroidery. When she was ready, grandma sang this song by the pot: Come out, come out, little man brewing chrysanthemum wine, especially rhythmic. For example, if it is like a drum on an island in the far south ... come out, come out, little man who makes chrysanthemum wine. Then, a thin rope ladder hung down from the spout to the edge of the handkerchief.

Next, a little man slowly came out of the pot.

The postman held his breath: "Little ... man ..." He mumbled in a hoarse voice and watched the little man climb down the ladder with wide eyes.

That is a chubby little man. There is a big apron around the waist; Wearing black boots at the foot, a closer look shows that the soles of the boots have serrated rubber; Wearing white cotton gloves; There is a straw hat on his head ... everything is the same as people.

"This is the villain who makes chrysanthemum wine." Grandma muttered to herself.

The little man jumped into the handkerchief, covered his mouth with his hands, lifted his face and made a gesture of shouting something.

Then another little woman came out of the pot. Then there are three children.

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