I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 16 We Killed History
Under the surprised eyes of the clerk, Ryozo Tanaka decisively bought this unpopular journal.

If the clerk hadn't chased after him loudly and lost the things he bought, Ryozo Tanaka might have harvested a lot of minced meat in the clerk's eyes.

He was reading along the way, and when he returned home, Mrs. Tanaka looked at Ryozo Tanaka with snow on his shoulders in surprise.

"Honey, what's the matter?"

"what?"

"The snow is falling all over your body, you."

"what?"

It was only at this time that Ryozo Tanaka came to his senses, and moved his fingers that were a little purple from the cold because they were holding the paper to prevent them from flying around.

"It's the first time I've seen it so seriously... Hey, it's this one."

Mrs. Tanaka suddenly realized: "It seems that I found something different."

"Forget that you originally wrote haiku."

"Don't be joking, those things of mine are not worth mentioning to the teacher in the small courtyard." Mrs. Tanaka wiped the snowflakes from her husband's hair, took the clothes and said with a smile: "I said, maybe we are witnessing a thing."

"what?"

"A revolution."

"him?"

Tanaka Ryozo saw that his wife was always smiling and looking at the journal in her hand.

Mrs. Tanaka stood in front of the window, the light was falling, mixed with the coldness of the snow.

"This is my feeling. I have never met this poet, but it always gives me such an intention."

Her eyes fluctuated, showing a thoughtful look: "He is a very poor person, his poverty is not like us who are burdened with mortgages, but is really alone, but he is talking about it.

It feels like everything is playing a joke on him, including fate, but he is still open-minded. "

Mrs. Tanaka's voice merged into the boiling miso soup, bubbling and turning into a mist.

"The teacher of Xiaoyuan used some beautiful, light, and sincere sentences to turn some trivial things in life into incomparably beautiful.

It's like three short lines and a few words, but it's enough to watch a one-minute short movie.

My feeling is that his life seems to have been rough and never smooth sailing.

When he faces those things that are naturally weak like him, he has the most sincere emotion in the world: love.

So, he expressed it in words, which is really beautiful. "

"Honey, see that title?"

When Ryozo Tanaka looked over, he found that his wife had turned her head, tears flickering in her eyes.

Cried?

"This world is as short as dew, the original meaning of the title of the book is that even if life is short, it should be like the morning dew, reflecting the existence of the most beautiful things in this world with a transparent body."

After being told by his wife, Ryozo Tanaka suddenly froze.

He felt the same way when he was reading poetry.

The gap that seemed to exist naturally disappeared, as if the poet possessed himself and leaned into his ear to tell him that many things in this world are beautiful.

Maybe I feel upset because of the temporary busyness, maybe I feel sad because of the temporary predicament, but in fact, there is always beauty around me.

It was an extreme healing.

It's as if there is such a person who will always be behind you, carrying around for you the beauty you left behind in this world, and then when you are uncomfortable, he will give you a wholehearted tilt.

Tanaka Ryozo was silent.

In fact, not only Ryozo Tanaka, but basically everyone who was curious about what was written in it and tried to read it was shocked by the instant sales.

That is the beauty of the whole world, spread out before the eyes.

If the world after the bubble economy is gray, this journal is to recolor your gray world.

"Maybe, this damn world, this bastard's life, is pessimistic and sad, and the teacher in the small courtyard seems to have those sad and helpless emotions.

He seems to like to use the imagery of dewdrops to express his views on life.

Indeed, the ephemerality of life is like dewdrops in the morning. When the sun comes out, it will disappear after a while.

But the teacher of Xiaoyuan believes that even if it is a short-lived world like dewdrops, it must be a lively and rich world.

So that's why he said the name!The world is as short as dew! "

Oshima Kazuya also said very loudly in the office, with plausible words, every word he uttered was like Hong Zhong Dalu, and everyone who was shocked was stunned.

Then there was an instant burst, and the scalp was numb.

Maybe others don't know, but right now, they know a little.

Haixie was revitalized by Kazuya Oshima.

No.

It was revitalized by a tree in this small courtyard.

Haixie is no longer telling the world how to live from a high position.

Now, Kazuki Xiaoyuan is living to show the world how he lives.

Maybe he said again, I am with you! ! !
All of a sudden, all the editors became angry.

Originally they were just curious why it was called this name.

But now, they all realized a problem.

This is an opportunity.

In this era, everyone is walking dead, and countless articles and literature are saying damn it, saying don't live and so on.

But Kazuki Xiaoyuan is redeeming! ! !
This is an invitation.

He is inviting everyone to return to the state of coexistence between man and nature.

In the long history, human beings first existed in nature, and then lived in the society constructed by human beings.

However, the life of modern people is the opposite. First, they live in the world constructed by people, while all natural things become distant landscapes, an objective existence that only emerges during leisure and vacation.

Spring is beautiful, he is writing about spring.

Spring is also an invitation.

I invite you to slow down, let your heart that keeps running forward stop for a while on the days when the wind is blowing, and listen to the birdsong and the wind blowing through the branches.

Maybe during this short stay, you will also have a momentary realization, and experience the joy and richness of living itself.

Although it is winter now, isn't it spring after winter?

For a while, everyone didn't need to order, they already knew what they should do.

Manuscripts, writing manuscripts, to interpret this redemption.

But just when they were about to write, Oshima Kazu also knocked on the table.

"By the way, let me announce something."

"what?"

Everyone looked at him again.

"From now on, oh no, from the time this journal is officially on the shelves, a history will be changed."

Oshima Kazu also coughed.

Then the editor-in-chief happened to pass by, and he looked at Kazuya Oshima.

In the sentence of Kazuya Oshima: "Haiku is dead, it will be called haiku from now on, everyone, we killed history." They lost any thinking in their minds, and they all froze in place.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind and snowflakes were flying all over the sky.

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