In the morning of a summer day, if you step on the wolf skins such as melon skin, bamboo skin, cigarette butts, and paper scraps, and stand in the sleeping Odori of Ginza, you will doubt that this is the center of the capital. Although I feel a kind of ruggedness, I see that the clothes of the night gradually peel off and open from the east of Akebono's light, and that everything is alive and moving.
The many willows that hang down on the boundary between the road and the human road now sway in the wind without blowing, as if they were awakening from their dreams. When it's time to see one of the lights of the dew light disappear, and two of them disappear, and when it's time to peek into the face of a person from the end of the Asagiri, the white of the policeman's clothes stands in front of the police box. First of all, it doesn't stand in the eye.
If the car owner of the night witness rubs his sleepless eyes and wakes up with an amazing deficiency, the man who looks like a beggar or a standing boy gets drunk. After coming over and looking back at the skin of the watermelon rolling under my feet several times, from the back of a certain Koguraki road, twelve or three little boys carrying a paper scrap basket are like hawks. Begging to keep an eye out, the shadow of sin seems to be begging over this child, and at the end of the line I feel sad and sad, and I am late for the early milk delivery. Newspaper delivery is busy with humanity, and it's 3:00 am now.
The sky facing the Tsukiji coast turned pale and light red, and by the time it was read that the hands of Hattori's big clock were now pointing at five o'clock, the sleeping city gradually awakened, and the voices and things of people who couldn't hear anything. The sound breaks the silence of the morning, and when the kid of the merchant screams at the store's Oto with a grudge for a short night, the young girl who is flirting with her sleeping clothes is proud of her early rise this morning, and the bowl of the morning glory Red and white that are brought out under a couple of eaves and bloom in full bloom with the eyes awakening |
If the glass window on the second floor naturally brightens, the ripples of the blue bamboo blinds will sway the insect cage in the morning breeze, and the cricket's voice will scream as you remember.
After 6 o'clock and 7 o'clock, the town I saw returned to the heat of the day and the drama, and the shops of the merchants who pinched the eaves did not open toward the main road.
Bamboo skins and paper scraps were swept away before I knew it, and the red water of the bricks was on top, and the broom marks that drew the Qinghai wave were clean. Yukata and the white of what you see are inside, and the red stone bamboo and purple bellflowers are carried in one load and come for sale. The light of the rising sun shines on the broom of the flower-selling grandfather, and the dew of flowers that never dries. I'm glad to see it vividly.
For the first time, a railroad carriage roars, and it is dangerous for a rickshaw carrying a beautiful morning pilgrimage to cross the railroad track diagonally. Two people | Ren rushes to fortune-telling today's income, and while the morning people can move with hope and liveliness in the city, whether they go north or south, they go for a short run with a small lunch box. If you look at the seven and eight daughters, their customs and the paleness of their colors, you should be a female worker at a certain typography, and the flowers are filled with daily dust and soot, and she has any hope. To support old parents who can have it.
I don't want to make a costume for my bride.
As soon as eight o'clock, the town finally becomes a hot street, an old tool dealer who waits for the rural people to sell fake, a seller who invites female customers to fortune-telling love, a goldfish dealer who calls children, an ice water dealer who can accept workers. The stalls are lined up and crowded, and when it's time to run to the right and to the left of those who fight against society for a living, and when it's time to wake up hot and painful on a hot day, the watering people's feet The sand on the road is seen from the traces of the cars passing by, and the dry roadside willows that have exhausted the asahi are bathed in the dust again so that they can't stand to see the battle of the shura. The branches and leaves hang down with force.
Bottom book: "Kido Okamoto essay collection" Iwanami Bunko, Iwanami Shoten
First print issued on October 16, 2007 (Heisei 19)
Issued the 4th print on May 23, 2008
Parent of the bottom book: "Bungei Club"
July 1901 (Meiji 34) issue
First appearance: "Bungei Club"
July 1901 (Meiji 34) issue
Input: Takashi Kawayama
Calibration: noriko saito
Created November 29, 2008
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