I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 15 It's Kazuki Again

Harmony?

Is this another name?

But in any case, Kazuya Oshima really can play this hand.

All the heat is focused on the Dassaiya haiku, which is about to be published.

All major literary journals have maintained a tacit unspoken rule: Haixie is dead.

This is not to say that they deliberately create such an atmosphere, but that the current situation has led to the fact that no one can write good haiku.

Compared with the hustle and bustle and impetuosity of the current society, the previous social environment was more calm and slow-paced.

In such a slow rhythm, only some people will look at the world with poetic eyes, observe the surrounding environment, and then describe it with a pen.

Compared with the rural light in ancient times, the eyes of modern people are all lost by the feasting and feasting.

Over time, the situation that Haixie is dead has become the norm.

After all the periodicals have gradually faded out of sight of Haixie, Xinchao now announces the restart of Haixie.

Whether it is seen by insiders or outsiders, such behavior is nothing more than death.

When the general environment is not good, everyone should keep their favorable offensive and give up some things that should have been given up.

But trendy?

Want to attack the city at this time?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Of course, many people also want to ask what Xinchao thinks.

But this question, they also want to know.

Because at present, Dassaiya haiku is completely in the hands of Oshima Kazuya, and no one can know.

And also seems to have done some secrecy work.

"Kazuya, can you really not let us know?"

A colleague asked from the side, his eyes full of anticipation.

"This matter, it is agreed, allow me to make a secret, so that I can give everyone a surprise."

"But, Oshima-sensei, the haiku has..."

"No, haiku is not dead."

Oshima Kazu also shook his head, indicating that everyone can wait.

Seeing Kazuya Oshima's decisive attitude, everyone looked at each other and stopped talking.

But I always feel that after Mr. Oshima came into contact with that young man, the originally prudent person repeatedly made some risky moves.

The fortune of this period is not bad, but according to the past situation, it should be steady and steady.

But when everyone asked about the following manuscript, Oshima Kazu also said that he hadn't got it yet.

So at the beginning it was already on a tightrope.

The development of things gradually began to become a little strange.

And the editor-in-chief seems to be under Mr. Oshima...

Everything is developing in an unknown direction...

The publication of haiku is much simpler than that of literary magazines such as novels, so the process is also simple.

Before the snowflakes in Tokyo have had time to grow even bigger, Dassaiya haikus are already on the bookshelves.

It's just that at this time, no one would choose to pay for it, because Haixie's journals have a small layout, but the fees are much more expensive than ordinary ones.

Therefore, no bookstore or convenience store will choose to introduce a lot, it is nothing more than taking one or two volumes to enrich the appearance.

……

Taguchi Ryozo can be regarded as catching up with the uncertain times. Before the bubble was punctured, he took the last bus and left behind a pretty good job.

It's just that even if it's a good job, in this damn era, everyone is like walking on salt grains with bare feet, and they will be stung more or less.

After turning a corner, I came to the convenience store on the corner as usual.

After pushing the door and entering, the clerk greeted me familiarly.

After replying, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Dassaiya haiku on the bookshelf.

"This is the most recent?"

"Yes, Mr. Taguchi, it's been quite popular recently, but it seems that not many people will pay for it, and even so far, I haven't seen many people open that journal."

Taguchi Ryozo let out an oh, and after thinking about it, he went to the Dassaiya Haiga.

"Some things are high above us. We are all ordinary people crawling on the ground. How can we have any leisure to look at these things?"

The clerk grumbled.

"Besides, at this time, it's all bad, and some of them are bastards' lives."

"If you want me to say, I can't live anymore, who wants to see those things and praise the so-called spring, flowers and so on all day long.

It's better to write about money, right?

We all like money.

So no one reads this kind of thing. It feels so good to read mystery novels these days. "

In fact, what the clerk said was not unreasonable. Compared with the so-called Yangchun Baixue, many people now don't have that kind of thought.

Ryozo Tanaka sighed, since he picked it up, he couldn't just put it down without turning a page.

To convince myself like this is just to join in the fun.

Maybe when you open it and see that kind of poetry that is out of reality, it's just a joke.

But when he saw the first sentence, he froze for a moment.

"When drunk, even talking
all upside down
like double cherry blossoms
In the soup pot——

Galaxy
vividly"

……

It seems to be different from what I imagined.

Ryozo Tanaka flipped through several pages in a row, and each page showed that it didn't seem to be the kind of thing floating in the sky.

Then he glanced at the poet's name.

A tree in the courtyard.

This name seems to have been seen somewhere.

But I didn't think of it for a while.

The clerk watched Ryozo Tanaka staring there, and called out to Mr. Tanaka a few times.

Suddenly Tanaka Ryozo cried out excitedly.

I remembered.

This person wrote the mirror of the evening scene.

That article is beautiful.

So many social animals are saying, if you feel tired from life, go read that article.

Can feel that illusory beauty.

This author is very good at writing beauty, but he never thought of writing haiku...

No, this is not haiku, it looks like a sentence.

After flipping through a few pages, Ryozo Tanaka became a little clearer.

That's the guy, it's scary.

He took haiku to a whole new level.

Street vendors, mosquitoes in tents, fireflies in urine waterfall, Buddha fleas...

Everything in the world can be included in haiku.

One room, one garden, one toad, one flower, one insect, one dewdrop, the movement and stillness are mixed, the life is mysterious, all of which are secretly shining.It is really a glimpse of everything, all kinds of tastes in an instant.

Suddenly, Ryozo Tanaka wondered what the title of this issue was.

And when he saw it, in an instant, his whole body exploded.

"I know the world is as short as dew"

I don't know why, but suddenly, Ryoko Tanaka wanted to cry.

Why does this sentence sound so distressing?

It seems that a person has lived a life of poverty, misery, and hell.

But he loves this world deeply.

He wrote about the prosperity of flowers and brocades.

There are a few sentences in it that seem to be gratitude before dying:

"Thank God, the snow on the quilt also came from the Pure Land."

"Flowers are like flowers, floating down simply and trustingly."

"A poppy flower is also perfect".

Maybe……

A life of nine deaths in the world, a hundred turns and a thousand turns, is perfect.

(End of this chapter)