I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 10 Haiku or Haiku
even song?

Harmony?

Haixi Liange is not suitable for the development of the times.

Then... it was taken out separately, and a single sentence became... a poem?
What is it called, haiku, haiku, haiku?
Kou's face was very blurred, and his voice was intermittent, as if talking with something in his mouth.

Kazuya just wanted to ask if he could talk properly, but it seemed that he had been drinking.

Obviously the one who drank was himself.

He speaks so fluently himself, Teacher Bei Dao should also speak fluently.

And he felt Ju's body suddenly leaning over.

It's as if the whole person is standing on the wall.

Huh?
Why can you see the sky without looking up.

It was gray and still snowing.

A sudden feeling of falling.

Oops!

Wrestling!
Kazuya was startled, and then jumped up from the bed.

It turned out to be a dream.

……

When Koma returned to the izakaya, there was only one customer left in the shop.

Blushing, boasting in the store with a wine glass.

Said that he was more handsome than him when he was young.

But it's getting old now...

Ku glanced at the person he was pointing at.

what.

Takuya Kimura.

I glanced at the guest.

His head was glowing under the light, and he could still see the heat rising from the smooth mountain of his head.

After bragging for a while in the store, I guess I lost my interest.

After eating most of the food, blew off the last wine, and put the meal money under the wine glass, he staggered out of the wine room.

With a bang, the door of the tavern was closed, and now there was no one in the shop.

After a little silence in the house.

"Come back? Have you delivered it home?"

Boss Ito poked his head out from inside, wiped the sweat off his head, and complained that Mrs. Ito was too warm, but after being heard by Mrs. Ito, she was scolded badly.

"Here it is, Mr. Oshima, sir, he drank too much."

"It's rare to see him drinking so much at one time. He doesn't hold a lot of alcohol. He really is an editor, not a writer."

Kuma suddenly became curious about how Mr. Ito came to this conclusion.

Mr. Ito fanned the wind a few times, and added: "Generally speaking, literati are very good at drinking.

What they drink is wine, what they spit out is poetry! "

Seeing Koma's puzzled eyes, Boss Ito seemed very energetic.

"According to legend, there was a person who had a good relationship with a poet in the East, and then he brought back the neon words saying that there was a very powerful person there, and after that person drank, he spit out all very powerful poems."

Looking at Kou's more puzzled eyes, Boss Ito scratched his head. Last time he listened to the first generation's eloquent talk, he wanted to write it down for bragging next time, but there seemed to be something missing.

"Abe Nakamaro."

The first generation came out from the side and added: "Father, what you want to say is Abe Nakamaro, right?"

"Yes, yes, so what is the name of the one who has a good relationship with him and the one who writes poetry very well?"

"That's Lord Li Bai."

"Oh yes yes, Li Bai."

"Father, don't be so powerless, please call me Master Li Bai."

Boss Ito pursed his mouth, cultural people are troublesome.

So it was Abe Nakamaro.

The horse reacted.

Many people are not familiar with this name, but he actually has another name: Chao Heng.

If you still can't respond to this, then change another one.

He is the protagonist who made an oolong.

According to legend, when he returned to Neon, some guy spread a rumor that he was killed at sea.

Then Li Bai felt very uncomfortable when he heard it, because Li Bai had a very good relationship with this guy.

So she cried and wrote a poem.

"Crying Chao Qingheng"

This poem is very interesting.

The original poem is:
RB Chao Qing resigned from the imperial capital, and sailed around the pot.

The bright moon does not return to Shen Bihai, and the white clouds are full of sadness.

Li Bai compared Zhong Malu to a bright moon as white as blue, and compared his death to the bright moon sinking into the blue sea.

Because it is the bright moon sinking into the blue sea, the sky is sad and people cry, and the white clouds in the sky for thousands of miles become gray and gloomy in an instant, and a melancholy envelops the world.

The key issue is that this guy didn't die later, but actually drifted to Vietnam because of currents and other reasons.

When this guy returned to Chang'an and read the poems written by Li Bai, he had mixed feelings, and immediately wrote the famous poem "Looking at the Hometown": Living in Chang'an for [-] years, I can't return to Penghu.A piece of nostalgia, to pay for the water and the sky.The soul is back, and I feel the pain of you.I cry even more for you, and I can't live in Chang'an.

Perhaps because of this relationship, Zhong Malu never returned to Nihong, and stayed in Datang, and will always stay at that time.

Later, other envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty brought back his letters, and people like neon introduced the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and the era of superstars...

It has to be said that the knowledge of the first generation is very profound.

At the same time, I have to say that Boss Ito's ability to pretend is still a little bit worse.

It's not good for Ju to refute his old man's face.

Nodding his head, he praised the boss for knowing so much, which made Boss Ito laugh out heartily.

After clearing away the tables and the like, Ju was going to go to the back room to pick up leftovers.

But it was stopped by the first generation.

She came over with a bowl of warm udon noodles.

Probably because he was afraid that Ku would refuse, so before Ku could speak, the first generation spoke directly, interrupting his speech.

"The leftovers are cold, and you'll get a stomachache if you eat them. Let's eat this. I accidentally ordered too much." The first generation pretended to be embarrassed and said: "I originally planned to make some for the guests, but the craftsmanship is not very good. Too much salt, a bit salty."

That's all it said, if you don't eat it, it will be too bad.

This bowl of udon is indeed a bit salty, but it is not completely unpalatable.

It seems that if the guests with strong tastes come to eat, they will not find it so unpalatable.

The first generation didn't say anything more, after seeing Kou eating noodles, she walked towards the back room.

After eating and washing the dishes, Koma went upstairs to his room.

Boss Ito is very nice, and he didn't leave Koma with a messy grocery room.

Instead, I tidied up a very refreshing single room and came out, but it was in the shade.

Ju couldn't tell, he seemed to prefer something that had nothing to do with sunlight.

Such as cloudy days, such as rainy days, such as stormy weather?
Sometimes it rains and winds suddenly, and I feel inexplicably at ease locked in the house.

And when the weather turns from cloudy to sunny, especially when the pale sunlight shines out, there will be a very foul smell of mud in the air.

That time was the most unhappy time.

Turning on the lamp, looking at the snow that kept falling outside the house, Koma pondered for a while, and then began to write.

The Snow Country story is not over yet.

Quite the contrary, it's only just getting started.

As for the haiku that Oshima Kazuya has been chanting all the time, Koma put it directly in the back of his mind.

Don't be greedy.

It is enough to concentrate on one.

(End of this chapter)