After writing the article "Bookstore and Books", I felt that my travel notes were coming to an end, and I didn't intend to write anything more, but I always felt something was missing in my heart, so I chose such a quiet evening and tried to write down what I wanted to say.
The last day in Tokyo was just a stroll. Early in the morning, after breakfast at Starbucks, I took the tram to Jixiangsi, in order to visit the Well Head Park which appeared in Norwegian Forest. Unfortunately, as soon as I got out of the Jixiangsi station, it kept raining. It was a pity to leave when I thought of working hard to get there. So, I braved the rain and a slight cool breeze to go to the park.
As you can imagine, there was no figure in the rainy park. I didn't go far before I saw a lake, so I went to take a duck boat alone. I was the only one in the whole lake, and I bought a ticket for half an hour, so I drove the boat to the center of the lake, where I thought and watched quietly. This park will celebrate its100th anniversary in 20 17, which is really a memorable place. Think that both Haruki Murakami himself and the characters in the book have full memories and love for this place.
Looking at the history of the park, what touched me slightly was the memory that remained in people's hearts. I was born and raised in the countryside. Before I went to college, I didn't go to the so-called park much, so I didn't have the experience of wandering around the park. At most, I just walked around various streets. Therefore, my memories of playing and wandering in the park are almost zero. When I came out to work, because the city I was in was full of people, I consciously stayed away from crowded places, so I didn't go to the park much after such a long time. This time here, in the well head park, I seem to monopolize the whole park by myself. No matter where I go, I am the only one. Especially in the middle of the lake, I enjoyed the silence of that half-hour completely undisturbed and without any sound, and this memory will never be erased. Of course, when it comes to cherry blossom season, it's also crowded here, but at that moment, it's really empty, and it's really just me, so how can I not be moved?
After swimming in the lake, I walked around the lake. There are many benches around the lake. If the weather is fine, I should really follow the characters in the book, go to the bakery and buy freshly baked bread, find a bench to sit down and enjoy the lake view and people coming and going while eating bread. There are many small shops on the road from Jixiang Temple Station to Jingzhitou Park, which are suitable for consuming countless famous and nameless coffee hours.
Sometimes, I seem to walk with a purpose, but in fact I will let my own steps lead me. It's the same in Jingzhitou Park. I looked at the scenery and kept walking towards it. But when I walked, I found that I had wandered into the residential area and deviated from the park, so I had to go back the same way. Although it took me time, it was also my philosophy of walking-to get a time, a quiet place and see a scenery.
If it hadn't rained, I would have spent the whole day in the park. Finally, I left reluctantly.
It's past 1 o'clock when I got out of the park, so I took the tram from Jixiang Temple to Yoyogi Park to see Meiji Jingu. I wanted to walk from Meiji Jingu to the wild field outside the Temple of God, where Haruki Murakami decided to write a novel after watching a game. Maybe it's because I overestimated my walking ability and underestimated google. After I left Meiji Jingu, it was past 3 pm, thinking that I had to prepare for returning to China the next day. Neither time nor physical strength allowed me to go to more places. After coming out of Meiji Jingu, I went through Harajuku and Shibuya. After shopping in Shibuya, I sat at Shinjuku Station and bought a bus ticket to the airport the next day. After buying the ticket from Shinjuku, I went back to my residence to put down my things, and went to the Tsukiya Bookstore that evening.
Looking at this day's itinerary, it was a bit messy and a bit inappropriate, but looking back, it was a very ordinary day. Although there are some regrets, I didn't see more places, but there is nothing to be dissatisfied with.
10 9 Tokyo-Hong Kong-Guangzhou
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What impressed me most about this trip to Japan was that I did many things by myself, and this was the original intention of my original arrangement of this trip.
In addition to sightseeing, it also combines many things that I love, and these favorite things are very personal, with a little persistent thoughts, even the closest people can't tell, so I need a person's silent protection and persistence. Just like, no matter how much I love Yachuan, I can't build language to make a person who has no imagination and feelings about the river understand its meaning to me; For example, I am so keen on Haruki Murakami's works and the atmosphere of his novels that I want to find out for myself. In any case, I can't convince a person who has not seen Haruki Murakami's works to feel the touch of that heart. For example, I like Huiwen Club so much that I am willing to go to Qian Shan to meet it. Maybe no one can really understand the expectation and excitement in my heart.
I have never been a person who can blend in with the group, or I always stay away from the group intentionally or unintentionally. It's not that I can't live in a group. Like my normal work, I also need to communicate and cooperate with my colleagues and occasionally eat and chat together. These daily group lives are not stressful for me, but I prefer to be alone in some private fields, such as travel, hobbies and time. I have also tried to travel with several classmates. As long as I think about it, I can also find my own opportunity to be alone in the time and space enjoyed by the group, but it is not pure, and I am pursuing a "bubble space" that belongs to one person completely, where even the air is in line with myself. This kind of addiction is sometimes my own obsession, and sometimes I will become a state of being alone. However, in the end, it is just the realization of giving up and getting something.
So, from the beginning, I knew that this was a trip for one person. I never thought about loneliness or loneliness, nor did I think about explaining why and how to others.
I started this trip with a little worry and fear, but after the whole trip, not only did the worry and fear disappear, but I found more fighting spirit and courage. I use my footsteps to measure all the places I have been, and I give each place pure time and the lightest mood. Although I am alone wherever I go, everywhere I go, the familiarity that remains in my heart makes me feel no stranger in a foreign land.
I didn't deliberately flaunt my independence, but for me, a person's state is my ideal state, and it is also my state that I can understand and observe myself best. As long as I am allowed, I hope I have more moments belonging to one person, one person's space, one person's discovery and one person's creation.
A person is my best shadow.
I gradually find that when I have enough love and persistence for something, so that I can't give it up, I will gradually give birth to an impulse to protect it. Because it is very likely that one's love and one's own ideas are out of tune with the surroundings. If one can't find a proper * * * sound, and no one is willing to pay attention to it, many times, these belong to one's love and can only be guarded by oneself in the end, which requires time to practice, hard work and persistent pursuit.
I don't know why, but recently I am infatuated with the language of my research works and the charm of choosing words and making sentences. After reading "The Professional Novelist", I went to see the Japanese version of "Norwegian Forest". Although I have seen the Chinese version several times, I have a different feeling when I read the Japanese version, because it is the most authentic and pure, belonging to the original expression of Haruki Murakami. I don't need to guess the intention of translation, and I don't need to measure whether it has been transformed. I can construct my own image of the novel through the original language, and this image has some authenticity and the power of linking with the author. Looking at the original book, the communication between the author and the reader is transparent, and the emotional transmission is also the most direct.
On the one hand, I can combine the original Japanese version with the original Chinese version I have seen. On the other hand, I am very interested in the charm of the original version, which is made in Japanese. Therefore, it is not only the charm of Haruki Murakami's novel, but also the charm of the language itself, and its wording and sentences have given the cornerstone of the work. Because of this, I ordered the English versions of Norwegian Forest and South of the Border and West of the Sun on Amazon, and I intend to see how they express this novel and language charm in the common language of the world.
Even I don't understand the significance of this matter, but I have an impulse in my heart to do it, so I spend all my spare time reading the original Japanese and English translations. Norwegian Forest is a start, and I plan to reread South of the Border and West of the Sun in this way. I can see the time it will take, but I still want to seize this impulse and see where it can lead me.
It is also this incident that makes me realize that a person's love is so precious and so inhumane. I say it is precious because it is unique and comes from deep desire, and it can achieve a dream of its own; I say it is not humane because it may not produce any substantial value, maybe it is not understood by people at all, or maybe it is just a kind of madness. However, it is so precious and so inhumane that these loves shine with charm.
If we want to talk about the so-called meaningful things in life, these personal loves are among them.
If you want to talk about the so-called happy things in life, this is what makes me happy.