Full text of Izu's singer

Yasunari Kawabata (Japan)

one

The road twists and turns, and it's almost the top of Tiancheng Mountain. Just as I was thinking about it, it rained.

I have made the dense Chinese fir forest full of shiny flowers and chased it from the foot of the mountain at an amazing speed.

I was twenty years old that year, wearing a college student hat, a navy coat with a broken white pattern and a skirt.

I have a schoolbag on my shoulder. This is the fourth day of my solo trip to Izu. I stayed in Xiushan Temple Hot Spring for one night, and I stayed in the soup.

I stayed in the island's hot springs for two nights, and then climbed Tiancheng Mountain wearing high-toothed clogs. Although I was fascinated all the way, I was still focused.

The autumn colors of mountains, virgin forests and deep valleys throb nervously in my chest, and I have an expectation of rushing up.

Road. At this moment, the raindrops as big as beans began to hit me. I ran up the steep slope. I can't stand it.

Cai Yi came to the teahouse at the north intersection of the top of the mountain. I took a deep breath and stood at the door of the teahouse. Because mine

The wish has been fulfilled, and the artists on tour are resting there.

When the dancer saw me standing there, she immediately gave up her cushion and turned over beside me.

"Ah ..." I just answered and sat down. Because I was out of breath when I ran up the hill, plus there was

A little panicked, the word "thank you" came to my lips but I didn't say it.

So I approached the dancer face to face and hurriedly took out my cigarette from my sleeve. The dancer put it in her hand.

The ashtray in front of my partner's woman was pulled over and placed near me. I still didn't speak.

The dancer looks about seventeen years old. She has such a big bun in her hair that I can't even name it.

Come out, it makes her serious oval face look small, but it is beautiful and harmonious. She is like her hair painted very richly.

Girls' images in Sheng historical novels. Among the dancers was a woman in her forties and two young girls.

There is also a 15-year-old man wearing a coat with the name of Changgang Hot Spring Hotel written on it.

So far, I have seen dancers twice. The first time was on the way to Tangdao, and they were almost there.

I went to Xiushan Temple and met it near Tang Chuan Bridge. There were three young girls with drums on their backs. As soon as I get back.

I went to see them, and a feeling of traveling permeated my body and mind. Then on the second night in Tangdao, they visited the hotel.

Here comes the room. I sat in the middle of the stairs and watched the dancers dancing in the corridor at the gate wholeheartedly. I

I'm thinking: I was in Xiushan Temple that day, and I'm going to Tangdao tonight, and I'll cross Tiancheng Shannan tomorrow, and I'll probably go to Tangye Hot Spring.

I'm sure I can catch up with them on the natural mountain road, more than 20 kilometers. I just want to get here quickly in case it rains.

Meet in the teahouse, my heart thumped.

After a while, the old woman in the teahouse took me to another room, which was probably not used or installed at ordinary times.

Paper door. Looking down, the beautiful valley is too deep to see the end. My skin has goose bumps, I'm shaking all over, and my teeth are broken.

Teeth are fighting. The old woman came in to deliver tea, and I said it was cold. She took me by the hand and took me to see her.

The children go to their own houses.

"Alas, master is soaked. Come and warm up. Come, dry your clothes. "

There is a stove in that room. As soon as the paper partition door was opened, a strong heat came out. I stood at the door, hesitating.

An old man sat cross-legged by the fire, bruised and drowned like a ghost. His eyes are yellow, just like

Rotten. He looked at me gloomily. There are mountains of old letters and paper bags around him. It can be said that he was buried.

Wearing these rags, I witnessed the monsters in the mountains, standing there. I can't imagine that it is a monster.

The living.

"Let you see such a shameful human ... however, this is an old man at home, you don't have to worry. look

It looks ugly, but he can't move. Please be patient. "

The old woman said hello like this. Judging from what she said, the old man had a stroke for many years and was completely paralyzed. A lot.

Paper is a letter from all over the world to treat stroke, and there are paper bags of stroke drugs bought from all over the world.

He never misses what travelers who walk through the top of the mountain hear or see in newspaper advertisements, and calls all over the country.

Listen to treat stroke, buy medicine and sell it. He didn't throw away any of these letters and paper bags, but piled them up beside him.

Watch them live. Years later, these old pieces of paper piled up into mountains.

I didn't answer the old woman's words, so I bent down on the stove kang. The car on the top of the hill shook the house. my heart

I think it's already so cold in autumn, and it's going to be snowed off soon. Why didn't the old man go down the mountain? From my clothes

Steam is coming out of my clothes. The fire is so big that I have a headache. The old woman walked out of the shop and chatted with the visiting female artist.

I went.

"Isn't it? The girl I took last time has grown up like this and turned into a beautiful girl.

You too. Girls grow up too fast, and they are already beautiful. "

Nearly an hour later, I heard the voice of the touring artist preparing to leave. Of course, I'm not calm, but it's just

I was too anxious to stand up. I think, although they are used to walking, they are still women.

People's footsteps, even after running for a kilometer or two, I can catch up with them after running for a while, but I still sit by the fire.

However, as soon as the dancer left, my fantasy seemed to be liberated and I began to live again. I sent it to you.

The old woman who left asked, "Where are those artists staying tonight?"

"This kind of person, master, who knows where they live? When the guests leave them, they live there.

Yes Do you have a definite place to stay tonight? "

There is a very contemptuous tone in the old woman's words, which even makes me feel that if so, I will let it go.

The dancer will stay in my room tonight.

The rain stopped and the peaks began to brighten. Although they kept me and said it would clear up in ten minutes, but

I am, but I can't sit still.

"Take care, old man. It is getting cold. " I said seriously and stood up. He had a hard time.

He slowly moved his yellow eyes and nodded slightly.

"Master, master!" The old woman shouted and chased him out. "I'm really sorry that you spent so much money."

She took my schoolbag and refused to give it to me. I tried to stop her many times, but she refused to take me. She followed.

Behind me, I walked a long way in a hurry, repeating the same sentence all the time: "I'm really sorry,no."

Treat you well. Next time you pass by, I will remember your appearance. Thank you. You must come in the future.

Don't forget. "

I just left a silver coin of fifty cents, but I was surprised to see her, and I felt tears in my eyes. can

I want to catch up with the dancer quickly, but I think the old woman's faltering steps give me trouble. Finally, I arrived.

The tunnel on the top of the mountain.

"Thank you very much. The old man is at home alone, so go home. " As I said this, the old woman handed me the bag.

Walking into the dark tunnel, cold water drops drop by drop. Ahead, the exit to Nan Yidou is slightly exposed.

The light is on.

two

Out of the tunnel, the mountain road winds down like lightning along the whitewashed fence set up by the cliff. From this

Looking down, the scenery at the foot of the mountain looks like a model, and artists can be seen below. After only one kilometer, I just

I caught up with them But I can't slow down suddenly. I pretended to be cold and passed by those women.

After about 20 meters, the man walked alone. He stopped when he saw me.

"Your footsteps are really fast ... it's already sunny."

I set my mind at rest and began to walk side by side with that man. He keeps asking me questions. A few women

Seeing the two of us talking, we ran from behind to catch up.

The man is carrying a big wicker bag. A woman in her forties is holding a puppy. An older girl is carrying a bag.

A girl is carrying a small wicker bag, and each girl is carrying a large piece of luggage. The dancers are carrying drums and drums. A woman of forty.

Also slowly chatted with me.

"It's a college student," the older girl whispered to the dancer. I turned around and heard dancing.

The woman smiled and said, "Yes, I know. Students often come to the island. "

This group of artists are Hong Kong people who live in Bofu, Oshima. They said that they had been on the road when they left the island in spring, and it was cold.

Not ready for the winter, I stayed in Shimoda for another ten days and returned to the island from Ito Hot Spring. As soon as I listen to it

Speaking of Oshima, I feel more poetic. I looked at the dancer's beautiful bun again and asked about various places.

Situation.

"Many students come to swim here," the dancer said to her partner.

"It's summer, isn't it?" I said, turn around.

The dancer panicked and seemed to answer in a low voice: "Winter is also ..."

"Winter?"

The dancer still looked at her partner and smiled.

"Do you swim in winter?" I said it again, the dancer blushed, but she was serious and gentle.

Nod.

"This child, idiot." The forty-year-old woman said with a smile.

It is about 20 kilometers from Hejinchuan to Tang Ye. After crossing the top of the mountain, the mountains and

The color of the sky makes people feel the scenery in the south, and I continue to chat with that man and make out completely.

Yes After passing through Chen Cheng, Li Ben and other small villages, I could see the thatched roof of Tang Ye on the foothills, so I made up my mind to speak out.

He is going to go to the fields with them. He was very happy to hear that.

In front of the inn in Tang Ye, when the 40-year-old woman showed me a farewell expression, he said for me:

"The man said that he would go with us."

"Yes, yes. Travellers make friendships in the world. Boring people like us can also help you.

To relieve boredom. Then, please come in and have a rest. "She replied casually. The girls looked at me together.

At first glance, there was no surprise on his face, and he looked at me silently with a shy expression.

I walked up to the second floor of the inn with everyone and unloaded my luggage. Cushions and paper partitions are old and dirty.

It came from downstairs. She sat in front of me, her face flushed and her hands trembled, and the tea bowl tilted down from the saucer. She's scared.

I poured the tea bowl and put it on the mat. The tea has spilled. I was shocked to see her shame.

"Oh, what a nuisance! The child was heartbroken. This, this ... 40-year-old woman said that she seemed shocked.

She frowned and threw the rag. The dancer picked up the rag and wiped the mat stiffly.

This unexpected remark made me suddenly reflect on my original thoughts. I think my wife is on the top of the mountain.

The fantasy aroused by the child was suddenly broken.

At this time, a woman in her forties looked at me frequently and suddenly said, "This scholar is wearing navy blue and white patterns.

That's a beautiful dress. So she stared at the woman next to her again and again and asked, "Is the pattern cloth and pattern worn by Ji Min the same?"

Yes, don't you think? Isn't it the same pattern? Then she said to me, "In my hometown, I left a student behind.

Son, now I think of him. This patterned cloth is the same as that worn by the child. Recently, navy blue and white rags have become expensive, really.

Shit. "

"What school do you go to?"

"The fifth grade of ordinary primary school."

"Oh, ordinary primary school grade five, really ..."

"Now I go to school in Jia Fu. I have lived in Oshima for many years, but my hometown is Jiafu of Jiafei. "

After an hour's rest, the man took me to another hot spring hotel. Until now, I only think about He Yi.

People live in the same small hotel. We walked along the street, a long section of gravel road and slate road, and passed.

The bridge beside the river near the public bathing place. Across the bridge is the courtyard of the hot spring hotel.

I went into the small bathroom of the hotel and the man followed me from behind. He said he was twenty-four years old, and his wife had it twice.

Abortion, premature delivery, premature infant death, etc. Because he is wearing the coat of Changgang Hot Spring Company, I miss him.

He comes from Nagaoka. Besides, he is very knowledgeable about his appearance and way of speaking, so I guess he may have gone out.

Girls who are curious or fall in love with street performers can only follow with their luggage.

I have lunch immediately after taking a shower. I set off from Tangdao at eight o'clock in the morning, but it's not yet three o'clock in the afternoon.

When the man left, he looked up at me from the yard and greeted me.

"Take this, buy some persimmons to eat. Sorry, I won't go downstairs, "I said, picking up some wallets and throwing them in." he didn't

If he is willing to take the money, he will go out, but the paper bag has been left in the yard. He turned and picked it up.

"This can't be done." He threw the paper bag up and landed on the thatched roof. I threw it away again.

He took it and left.

There has been a heavy rain since the evening. The images of the mountains are indistinguishable, all dyed white, with the eyes of the river in front.

Cloudy, yellow and noisy. I don't think dancers will perform in the street because of the heavy rain.

But I couldn't sit still and went into the bathroom two or three times. The room was dark, unknown so, and the paper fan next door opened.

There is an electric light hanging from the upper beam, and there are two rooms in Yi Deng.

In the heavy rain, there was a slight drum sound in the distance. I pulled it away, just like I tried to scratch the wooden cover.

I leaned out. The drums seem to be getting closer and closer, and the wind and rain are hitting my head. I closed my eyes and listened, thinking.

Where did the drums come from? Soon, I heard the voice of Sanxian. Heard a woman's drawling voice; listen to

There was a burst of cheerful laughter. Later, I learned that artists were called to the dining hall opposite the inn, so that they could be distinguished.

Don't make two or three women and three or four men's voices. I'm waiting. I think I'll turn here as soon as the performance is over there.

But wine is so active that it never seems to stop. This woman's shrill voice is always as sharp as lightning.

Through the night. I was a little nervous and sat there with the window open all the time. Everyone hears the drums, and my heart

It'll be bright.

"Ah, the dancer is at the party. She is sitting and playing drums. "

As soon as the drums stopped, people became impatient. I was immersed in the rain.

Soon, I don't know if everyone is chasing each other or dancing in circles, and the chaotic footsteps continue.

For a while, then suddenly quiet. I opened my eyes wide as if to see through the silence in the dark.

I'm very upset. Tonight's dancers won't be ruined, will they?

I closed the wooden window and went to bed. I'm still in pain. I went to take a shower and took a casual shower for a while. The rain stopped.

Now, the moon appears. The autumn night washed by rain is bright and bright. I thought, even if I walked out of the bathroom barefoot,

Still doing nothing. It took two hours.

three

Just after nine o'clock the next morning, the man came to my room. I got up and asked him to take a bath.

In the spring in the south, there are no clouds and sunny days in Wan Li, and the rising river is warmly covered in the sunshine under the bathroom.

In the light, I felt last night's troubles were like a dream. I said to the man:

"You were partying so late last night."

"Why, did you hear that?"

"Of course I heard it."

"It's all locals. People in this place are just fooling around and yelling, which is not interesting at all. "

He acted as if nothing had happened and I was silent.

"Those guys have come to the other side of the bath. You see, they seem to have noticed this side and are still laughing. "

In the direction he pointed, I looked at the public bathing place across the river. There are seven or eight people naked and shadowy.

Appear in water vapor.

Suddenly, from the end of the dark bath, a naked woman ran out, stood there and made a decision to leave the strip club.

The prominent part jumped to the position below the river bank, straightened his arm and shouted something. She is naked.

No towels. This is a dancer. I looked at her snow-white body, stretching like a jatropha curcas.

My legs, I feel a clear spring washing my body and mind. I sighed deeply and laughed out loud. She is still a child.

Where's the son? She is such a naive child. When she found us, she was very happy and ran to the sun naked.

I stood on tiptoe and stretched myself. I kept laughing happily, and my mind was clear. I laughed for a long time

Talk once in a while.

Because the dancer's hair is too medium, I always thought she was seventeen or eighteen, plus dressed as a young woman.

My guess about the girl's appearance is all wet.

I went back to my room with the man. Soon, the older girl came to the hotel yard to see the chrysanthemum garden.

The dancer walked right in the middle of the bridge. A woman in her forties came out of the public bath and looked in their direction.

The dancer suddenly shrank her shoulders, thinking that she would be scolded or better to go back, smiled and took a step back.

A woman in her forties came to the bridge and shouted, "Come and play!"

The older girls also said, "Come and play!" They all went back. But that man has been sitting next to him.

It's late

In the evening, I was playing Go with a banker who had torn apart the paper when I suddenly heard drums in the hotel yard.

I'm gonna stand up.

"Here comes the busker."

"Hum, these characters, they don't make sense. Hey hey, it's my turn to play. I've already played here, "the paper merchant pointed to chess.

Pan said: he is bent on winning or losing.

When I was in a trance, the artists seemed to have gone back, and I heard the shouts of the man from the yard.

Voice: "Good evening!"

I waved to him in the corridor. The artists whispered to each other for a while, then turned to the door of the hotel. Three girls followed.

Behind the man, he said "good evening" in turn, hanging his hands in the corridor and saluting like a geisha.

As you can see from the chessboard, I'm going to lose my chess game.

"There's nothing I can do. I give up. "

"Where will lose? My side is still not good. Anyway, it is still a boutique game. "

Without looking at the artist's side, the paper merchants counted the numbers on the chessboard one by one, and became more and more cautious about the underground.

Women put drums and three strings in the corner of the room and play gobang on the chessboard. At this time, I was originally

The winning chess has been lost. But the paper merchant still insists:

"how about it? Please try another set. "

But I didn't mean anything, just smiled, and the paper merchant stopped reading, stood up and left.

The girls moved closer to the chessboard.

"Are you going on tour somewhere tonight?"

"I want to go in circles," the man said, looking at the girls.

"Well, let's call it a day. Let's have fun. "

"It's fun, it's fun."

"Won't you be scolded?"

"Why, just running around, there will be no guests anyway."

They played gobang or something and didn't leave until after twelve o'clock.

After the dancer went back, I couldn't sleep, and my brain was still clear. I shouted in the corridor.

"Paper boss, paper boss!"

"Oh ..." The old man who was nearly sixty jumped out of the room and agreed with great enthusiasm.

"It's sunny tonight. Let me tell you something. "

I am full of a very belligerent mood at the moment.

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I have an appointment to leave Tang Ye at eight o'clock the next morning. I put on the cap I bought next to the public bathing place and put it high.

When the school students' hats were stuffed into their schoolbags, they walked to the small hotel along the street. The paper partition on the second floor was completely opened, and I was so angry.

I walked up casually, and the artists were still sleeping on the mat. I was a little flustered and stood in the corridor.

On the mat in front of my heel, the dancer blushed and suddenly covered her face with two palms. She and that

The older girl slept in a bunk, with the thick color of last night on her face, and her lips and eyes were red. This is quite remarkable.

Funny sleeping position seeped into my heart. She winked, turned to her side, covered her face with her palm, slipped out of bed and sat down.

Go to the corridor.

"Thank you for last night!" As she spoke, she saluted beautifully and left me standing there at a loss.

The man and the big girl sleep in the same bed. I knew nothing about them until I saw this.

They are lovers.

"I'm very sorry. I was going to leave today, but we are going to receive guests tonight, and we are going to extend it by one day.

If you have to leave today, I can still see you in Shimoda. We decided to stay at Jiazhouwu Hotel, so you can stay.

I'll find it in an hour, "said the 40-year-old woman, standing up on the mat. I feel abandoned.

"Can't go tomorrow? I didn't know in advance that mom was going to extend it by one day. It's always good to have company on the road. tomorrow

We'll go together one day, "said the man.

The 40-year-old woman went on to say, "Never mind. I really want to be with you without consulting you in advance.

I'm really sorry. Even if it rains, I must leave tomorrow. The day after tomorrow is the forty-ninth day when the baby died on the road. I

I've been thinking about this day of breaking seven, running all the way, hoping to go to the fields to break seven before that day.

It's rude of you to say so, but we have an unexpected fate and we will ask you to sacrifice the day after tomorrow. "

So I postponed my trip and went downstairs. In order to wait for everyone to get up, I followed the hotel into a dirty accounting room.

People were chatting, and the man invited me out for a walk. A little south along the street, there is a beautiful bridge.

On the railing of the bridge, he told his life experience. He said that he took part in a new genre of drama in Tokyo for a short time, and I just heard about it now.

Now I often play in Oshima Port. He said that the scabbard in their luggage was dragged outside like a leg because it was in the hall.

There will be a performance in the room. The wicker bag contains clothes, pots, cups and other daily necessities.

"I delayed my future, but my brother got married beautifully in Jia Fu.

Now, I will be the heir of this family. So nobody wants me. "

"I always thought you were from Changgang Hot Spring."

"Are you? That older girl is my wife. She is one year younger than you, seventeen years old. In the journey, she came second.

A child was born prematurely again and died in less than a week. My woman's health has not recovered yet. That mother is hers.

My birth mother and dancer are my own sisters. "

"Oh, you said you have a 14-year-old sister ..."

"It's her. I hate letting my sister make a living, but there are other reasons. "

Then he told me that his name is Rongji, his wife is Chiyoko, and his sister is Xunzi, another girl of seventeen or eighteen.

Her name is Yuriko, and only she is employed by a stranger on the big island. Rong Jixiang was very sad, showing his face and crying.

benchland

When we came back, the dancer who had washed the powder was lying on the side of the road, patting the dog's head. I said I would add it back.

Go to your hotel.

"You go and play."

"Okay, but I'm alone ..."

"You go with your brother."

"I'll go right away."

Soon, Rongji came to my hotel.

"What about them?"

"Women are afraid of their mother's nagging."

But we just finished playing gobang, and several women have crossed the bridge and hurried upstairs. As usual,

They saluted politely and sat in the corridor, hesitating. Chiyoko stood up first.

"This is my room. Please make yourself at home. Come in. "

The artists played for an hour and went to the bathroom of this hotel. They have repeatedly invited me to go with them, but it has been three years.

The young woman was here, so I dodged. Later, the dancer immediately came running alone and told Chiyoko:

"Sister said she wanted you to wipe your back."

I didn't go. I played gobang with dancers. Just be proud of yourself. I play round robin with Rongji and other women. She can

I can beat them easily. I am good at gobang, but most people can't beat me. There's no need to give her up.

Hand, the in the mind very happy. Because it was just the two of us, at first she reached out very far, but gradually she forgot the shape.

She leaned over the chessboard. Her beautiful unnatural black hair is about to touch my chest. Suddenly, her face changed.

Red.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to be scolded," she said, pushing the chess piece and running out. At this time, my mother stood in the public bath.

Chiyoko and Yuriko in front also hurried out of the bathroom and fled back without going to the second floor.

On this day, Rongji played in my room from morning till night. The hostess of this simple and seemingly friendly hotel is loyal.

Tell me it's a waste to invite such people to dinner.

In the evening, I went to a small hotel. The dancer is learning Sanxian from her mother. She stopped when she saw me, but she listened to her mother.

She picked up the three immortals again. Whenever she sings a little higher, her mother says:

"Didn't I say there was no need to raise my voice!"

Rongji was called to the lobby on the third floor by the restaurant opposite, and he was looking at something, which can be seen from here.

"What is he reading?"

"Folk songs."

"What a strange ballad."

"That's a vegetable seller. He can't understand what you read at all. "

At this time, a 40-year-old bird shop businessman living in a small hotel opened the paper partition and let several girls go.

Eat vegetables. The dancer and Lily took chopsticks to the next room to eat the chicken hotpot left by the bird shop. They go to the restaurant together.

When this room came back, the bird shop merchant left the chicken hot pot. When they returned to this room together, the bird shop merchant was light.

Pat the dancer on the shoulder. Mother showed a fierce face and said:

"Hey, don't touch that child, she's still a yellow flower girl."

The dancer called the old uncle and begged the bird shop merchant to read it to her. & lt Roaming the Yellow Gate of Mito >> But a bird shop businessman.

It didn't take long to get up and leave. She kept saying "read for me", but she didn't say it directly to me, as if she were trying to please me.

My mother asked me. I picked up this popular story book with an expectation. The dancer really rushed to my side.

As soon as I opened my mouth to read, she leaned over and almost touched my shoulder, with a serious expression and sparkling eyes.

Keep your eyes on my forehead This seems to be her habit of listening to other people's books. She almost fell out with the bird dealer just now.

Touch each other. I've already seen this. These big black eyes are the most beautiful among the dancers with beautiful light.

Beautiful place. The lines of double eyelids are beautiful beyond words. Secondly, she laughs like a flower and laughs like a flower.

This sentence is used to describe her lifelike.

After a while, the hotel waitress came to meet the dancer. She changed her clothes and said to me, "I'll be right back. Wait for me.

After a while, please read on. "

She walked into the corridor, bowed and said, "I'm leaving."

"You can't sing," mom said. She nodded slightly and drummed.

My mother turned to me and said, "Now she is changing her voice."

Dancers are sitting on the second floor of the restaurant playing drums. From here, her back seems to be separated.

In the hall on the wall, drums make my heart beat clearly.

"As long as the drum rings, the whole room will be happy," mom said, looking across the street.

Chiyoko and Yuriko also went to the lobby over there.

After an hour's work, four people came back together.

"That's it …" The dancer poured fifty silver coins from her fist into her mother's palm. I

Read for a while & gt They talked about babies who died on the journey. It is said that this child

Born as transparent as water, I didn't even have the strength to cry, but I lived for a week.

I seem to forget that they are traveling artists or something. They are neither curious nor contemptuous. This is very flat.

My constant love for them seems to have penetrated into their hearts. I decided when to go to their home in Oshima in the future.

They discussed with each other: "We can let him live in the elderly. It's spacious there. If the old man lets him. "

Come out, it's quiet. It doesn't matter if you live forever. You can study hard. "Then they said to me," We have two.

A small house, and the house on the other side of the mountain is empty.

In addition, in the first month, they will perform in beaufort, and you can ask me for help.

I gradually realized that their mood during the trip was not as difficult as I originally thought, but with

The countryside is laid back. As they are the youngest family, I feel that there is a kind of flesh and blood supporting them.

Only Yuriko, who was hired, was always shy and kept silent in front of me.

After midnight, I left the inn and the girls came out to see me off. The dancer prepared clogs for me. She leaned out of the door.

Come out and look at the bright sky.

"Ah, the moon is out ... I'm glad to go to the stadium tomorrow. I'll give the child a seven-day rest and let my mother give it to me.

Buy a comb, and then there are many things to do. Will you take me to the movies? "

Shimoda Port is always a journey for artists who walk beside Sagamikawa Hot Springs in Izu District.

There is a lingering smell in my hometown.

five

Artists carry the same luggage as those crossing Tiancheng Mountain. Mother holds the puppy by her wrist.

Forefoot, showing the expression of being used to traveling. Out of Tang Ye, and into the mountains. The morning sun on the sea shines on the mountainside. I

The children are looking at the direction of Asahi. The waterfront of Hejin is clearly spread out in front of Hejin River.

"There is the big island."

"Look at how big it is, please come," said the dancer.

Perhaps it is because the autumn sky is too clear, and the sea near the sun is covered with a spring-like mist.

It's twenty kilometers from here to Shimoda. After a while, the sea appeared and disappeared. Chiyoko sang leisurely.

On the way, they asked me whether to take the steep but nearly two kilometers hiking trail or the convenient avenue.

Of course I want to take a shortcut.

There are fallen leaves under the tree, and the road is steep and close to my chest. I'm panting, but I'm a little sober.

I went out, stepped forward, stretched out my palm and leaned on my knee. I watched them fall behind and follow me closely.

She walked behind, one or two meters away from me, and didn't want to shorten the distance or fall behind again. I'll go back and talk to her.

She seemed surprised and stopped to answer with a smile. When the dancer spoke, I waited there, hoping that she would follow.

Because, but she also stopped and waited for me to move forward before she stepped forward. The road twists and turns, and the more dangerous it is, the more nervous I am.

To speed up the pace, but the dancers still climb wholeheartedly, still keeping a distance of one or two meters. The mountains were silent. The rest

Fall far behind, even can't hear the sound.

"Where do you live in Tokyo?"

"There is no home, I live in.