Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 200: Cucumber Falls into My Mouth 7
Shirakawa Taketo looks older than Hirohei.

His hair and beard are all white, and he walks with great vigor.

"Dragon, Mr. Xiaowei."

I wanted to say hello to Ryukawa Toru, but Obi Taro had already come over to greet me.

The other party said that the poetry performance was very well organized, and Shirakawa Taketo couldn't avoid him.

"I'm already embarrassed for him."

Natsuko Imamura curled her tender toes tightly, and looked at the complacent Obi Ichiro with a strange expression.

As the two of them came over, Ichiro Oobi kept bragging about how great the new haiku was and how great a contribution the owner of Dassai had made.

What if he suddenly realized that the owner of Dassai was the person he hated, Ryuukawa Toru.

"Eh."

The eldest lady rubbed the goose bumps on her arms.

"Are you cold?"

Longchuan Che, who had been staring at the front and watching the excitement, suddenly reacted.

The two had just finished running, and the mountain breeze made it a little chilly. At this moment, the eldest lady looked quite pitiful with her hands folded.

The girl was pretty and slim, and she seemed like the type who would run away at the slightest breeze. After thinking for a moment, Long Chuan Che put his coat on her.

The boys' clothes are loose and a bit heavy.

Wrapped in clothes of the opposite sex, the young lady was stunned for a moment, then nervously took off the clothes.

"Don't do this! Longchuan-san."

Although she knew that the other party had good intentions, Natsuko Imamura looked a little flustered.

She looked around to make sure her friend wouldn't suddenly show up.

Songzhi Muzi didn't go for morning exercise this morning, but according to the time, he was almost at the [Fahua Tingwen Pavilion].

This is the venue for the poetry reading, and everyone will be here soon.

"It would be terrible if Muzi misunderstood."

The other party was a little concerned about the distinction between men and women, and was standing in a corner of the [Fahua Tingwen Pavilion]. Before Long Chuan Che could say anything, a woman's sneer was heard from the side.

The voice was cold and slightly mocking. Longchuan Tetsu turned his head and found that a woman named Takeda Shinki was standing there without him noticing.

The woman in the white suit has a mature and plump figure, a tall stature and a cool appearance.

Under the sunlight, it looks like a piece of ice condensed on a pine branch, reflecting gorgeous colors.

"Ms. Takeda."

The eldest lady's posture and etiquette were very dignified. When she saw the person coming, she put her clothes in her hands and nodded slightly to the other person.

Kodansha was one of the organizers of this event. Ryukawa Tetsu looked at the other party and nodded to the young lady, then...
'Rejected, interesting.'

The executive smiled like this at Longchuan Che.

"Manager Takeda!"

With an important person standing next to Ryukawa Toru, Shirakawa Taketo was finally able to escape from Kobi Ichiro.

Although Ichiro Obi has become less famous in the past two years, he still has a lot of experience, and Shirakawa Taketo cannot easily leave him aside.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Takeda Shinki had a high social status, and Shirakawa Taketo greeted her before looking at Ryukawa Toru.

It is difficult to describe the look in the old man's eyes at this moment.

There are relief, regret, and more
"Thank you, Longchuan Jun, for coming today."

The old man's hands were old but powerful. Ryukawa Toru didn't let him tell the owner of Dassai in advance, so he could only express his gratitude in this way.

In his early years, he was the president of a certain chamber of commerce, but he was particularly obsessed with short and sharp haiku. He once wrote a work with a strong "banana wind" like "Banana leaves, autumn wind, copper bowl hears the sound of rain." However, in recent years, haiku has gradually declined.

The haiku poems hanging all over the temple today are almost the best gift for this old man. Shirakawa Taketo squeezed Ryukawa Toru's hand so tightly that it hurt.

Shirakawa Taketo looked so excited that Ichiro Obi beside him felt a little strange.

"There's nothing to thank me for. I'm just delivering the haiku for Mr. Shiki."

If this continues, the truth will probably be revealed, Longchuan Che said seriously.

"Haiku?" Shirakawa Taketo was stunned.

"Shiki's haiku?"

Several people were chatting here, and there were also many people gathered around.

The poetry gathering did not reveal that the owner of Dassai, who wrote "Outline of Haiku", was coming, so the scene was a little chaotic.

In fact, compared to the works, "An Outline of Haiku" is more meaningful to those who participate in poetry readings than "400 Haiku".
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Haiku is part of literature. Literature is part of fine arts. Therefore, the standard of beauty is the standard of literature, and the standard of literature is the standard of haiku. In other words, painting, sculpture, music, drama, poetry, and novels should all be evaluated by the same standard.

The other party first redefined the meaning of haiku, and then discussed the creation of the "sketching method" in "Essentials of Haiku".
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Observe and depict nature in the most direct way. Haiku and tanka should reflect real life and abandon the staleness and emptiness of tradition.
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Literature is neither biography nor documentary. Sketching haiku is like painting, which only draws the outline and leaves everything to the viewer, allowing the reader to imagine it for himself.

First, he redefined the standards of haiku, and then proposed the theory of "haiku sketchism" which is rooted in reality.

With these two points, Masaoka Shiki now has a great reputation in the field of haiku.

After all, it has extended the life of the dead haiku and given many writers new creative directions.

The scene became lively for a moment.

"You're really excited."

This man was so excited to write a poem just to amuse Oobi Ichiro that the eldest lady grabbed his arm with a helpless look on her face.

"Are you going?"

Longchuan Che took his clothes back from the eldest lady's hand and tied them around his waist.

The young man was wearing a gray shirt and a jacket, and he looked very out of place standing among a group of literati.

Actually I wanted to go, but I always felt like I smelled bad.

Girls love beauty. The reason she didn’t want to take Longchuan Che’s clothes just now was because she was afraid that her sweat would get on his clothes.

"I'll come to see you later. I'll go wash up first." The eldest lady tied her hair and said with a smile.

If you want to write a poem, you have to look for paper and pen everywhere in the temple. Watching the eldest lady leave and walking out with Ryukawa Toru, Takeda Shinki raised her eyebrows.

"There are so many girls who are close to you."

The executive had a sneer on his face.

Although Natsuko Imamura rejected him in her tone just now, she was not averse to Toru Ryukawa. The two of them talked to each other like close friends. Maki Takeda remembered that the girl didn't like to interact with others.

"It's not accurate to say that we have a good relationship. We just get along well."

Ryukawa Toru was obviously covered in sweat, but Takeda Shinki did not show any disgust when she stood next to him.

Perhaps her hatred level had reached maximum on the night when Longchuan Tetsu stabbed her in the back, and now any annoying behavior from a boy would not reach her threshold.

"She's just your friend? I don't read novels much, but I often hear Shizune say this."

The other party's tone was slightly sarcastic, Long Chuan Che frowned and said, "It's none of your business."

The eldest lady is a sensitive person. If she really had any bad intentions towards her, she would have run away long ago. Long Chuan Che did not say anything nonsense. He and her are indeed just friends.

"you!"

This remark made the executive's chest puff up, and the woman took a deep breath.

"I need to help her keep an eye on you when Guizi is away."

The other party spoke in a serious manner, and Longchuan Che actually wanted to ask her something.

Who sent my sister to Hokkaido?
(End of this chapter)