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

Chapter 201: Cucumber Falls into My Mouth 8
The place where paper and pens were placed was not only in Yakuoji Temple. Under the guidance of Shirakawa Taketo, Ryukawa Toru discovered that small poem sticks were placed in many places.

There is a stone tablet of Namo Fansheng Daigongxian and a wooden sign on the roadside.

The vermilion torii gate, the exquisite carvings on the eaves, and even the touch of rich color among the trees.

Wherever there is beautiful scenery, the elderly will place paper for writing.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen anything like this.”

Shirakawa Taketo took Ryukawa Toru and the others to climb up and look far into the distance, all the way to the top of Mt. Takao.

There were quite a lot of people coming, about ten or so, and a large number of people were rushing towards Yaowang Temple.

"The last poetry gathering of this scale was during the Edo period."

The old man was a little dazed as he looked at the literati and poetry signs all over the mountain. People of all kinds were walking towards Mt. Takao. If he found anything interesting, he would pick up a piece of paper from the side of the road and write down a satisfying poem.

The shadow of the emerald bird rolls up the stream. - Kawabata
木々おのおの名成り出たる木のbudzai (Trees compete for buds, each announces its name.) - Xiaocha
(Three days in the world, the world is full of cherry blossoms.) - Oshima
Dense numbers of haiku poems were flying everywhere in the mountains and fields. Such a grand event had not been seen since the death of the haiku master.

"Thank you, Mr. Longchuan."

Deliberately falling a few steps behind the person in front, Shirakawa Taketo talked with Ryukawa Toru at the end.

The woman named Takeda Shinki also walked aside because she had work to do.

She didn't understand the affairs of literati. After discussing the follow-up cooperation, the woman walked casually with her arm around her white suit.

She looked relaxed and elegant, and Ryukawa Tetsuya had to admit that she was pretty.

"It's just what you need, Mr. Shirakawa."

The other party had thanked him countless times, and Longchuan Che smiled faintly.

He wrote "Outline of Haiku" and "Letter to Poet" in order to further his status in the literary world, and he could not stand Shirakawa Taketo's overly respectful tone.

"After the haiku master Matsuo Basho, tanka and shojo became more and more craftsmanlike, and they pursued the saying "difficulty" too much, so most of the things they wrote were boring and far inferior to"

The old man felt somewhat satisfied as he looked at the poems and haiku scattered all over the mountains.

“It was not as vivid as it is now.”

The road to the top was smooth and Ryūkawa Che smiled.

"The idea of ​​'unchangeable' is the core of Jiao Feng, and it is also the idea of ​​'unchangeable' that brought haiku into the field of orthodox literature."

Matsuo Basho's haiku pursues "elegant sincerity".

The core advocacy is "difficult" and "popular".

The saying "unchangeable" means that haiku must express one's inner thoughts, reflect the world, and be elegant. It cannot be wasted in jokes, and this must remain unchanged in the future.

It was this point that Matsuo Basho brought haiku from its original "literary pastime" to today's orthodox literature. It was also this point that fixed the creative form of haiku, resulting in people only being able to work on the words and sentences, and the haiku written became more and more stereotyped, and more and more pursued elegance.

There is nothing wrong with being elegant, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to write within a fixed pattern.

"You literati change so quickly?"

Matsuo Basho was almost a saint. Ryukawa Toru came up with a sketching method and everyone came rushing to write new haiku. Takeda Maki on the side asked curiously.

“It’s not that we change fast.”

The woman almost had the words "loving the new and getting bored with the old" written on her face, and Shirakawa Taketo explained with a smile.

“‘Feng Ya Zhi Cheng’ advocates ‘difficulty’ and ‘popularity’. We previously pursued ‘difficulty’ too much and actually went astray.”

These ancient texts give people a headache. Takeda Shinki rubbed her temples and looked at Ryukawa Toru.

"Explain it to me." The woman showed this expression on her face, and Longchuan Che frowned strangely.

"This is a gathering of writers, not your Kodansha."

Longchuan Che's meaning is very clear. You are a senior in the company, but this trick won't work here.

"Ah."

The executive sneered, which made people feel sinister.

"The so-called "unchangeable" means that "sincerity of elegance and grace" is the unchanging pursuit of haiku. Haiku writers should take "elegance and grace" as the highest ideal of their creation.

The so-called "popularity" means fluidity and change, which is similar to the "common change" theory in Liu Xie's "Wen Xin Diao Long" in the Southern Dynasties of China. It means that the expression of haiku elegance may change with the development of society, and clearly proposes that in order to pursue the literary ideal of "elegance and sincerity", we should master rich and varied artistic techniques. "

“The life-sketching method is not easy to break, but it is popular, so it is more recognized by everyone.”

Longchuan Che muttered a few words quickly in a verbal fight.

This woman is smart and has a black heart. Long Chuan Che feels a little scared when she stares at him.

Although she still didn't understand, she was satisfied with Longchuan Che's attitude. The woman nodded and stopped asking questions.

When we reached the top of the mountain, we found that Oo Ichiro's gang had already started.

The so-called poetry gatherings were where people wrote poems to each other, borrowed them from each other, and exchanged them with each other. This was particularly popular during the Edo period, and even led to the development of kaiseki cuisine, a type of food that was specifically prepared for haiku gatherings.

"Come, Longchuan, come and see how my haiku is written."

Because of Ryukawa Tetsu's previous respect, Obi Ichiro was now quite arrogant towards him. He stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back and waved to him when he saw him coming.

Many people know that Ryukawa Tetsu knows the owner of Dassai, because he was the first to say the line "Under the lonely moon, the blood-curdling cry is unbearable to hear." However, he himself has never written a haiku or a haiku, and Ichiro Kobi was willing to bring him in today to show off.

After all, after the sketching method came out, his haiku were generally recognized to be good.

Looking down from the top of Mt. Takao, you can see rolling mountains, rolling clouds, clear blue skies, and spring is in full swing.

Ichiro Oo wrote on the poem on the top of the mountain:
[Minnochun compatriots are thirty-nine million]
[The first month of the year, the whole life, the present day, the present day]
If we use the traditional creative concept of "elegance and sincerity", it is undoubtedly biased towards doggerel, and lacks the serious and elegant creative style. However, the sketching method emphasizes realism, and it also combines the times with the arrangement of spring couplets to write out the vitality of spring.

"Not bad."

Ryukawa Toru nodded. Ichiro Obi's novel writing skills had been getting worse and worse, but the emergence of the new haiku gave him some hope.

There are many people like him. When a new art form emerges, there will always be a group of people who benefit from it because other options are unavailable.

Ryukawa Tetsu's words "not bad" were sincere, but Obi Ichiro.
"I am over-flattered."

Ichiro Oobi held the poem and looked at the people around him with admiration and a smile on their faces. He turned to look at Toru Ryukawa.

"correct."

As if he had just remembered, Oobi Ichirō put his hands behind his back.

"Longchuan, you said that my literary talent has been broken and I can't write good works."

The middle-aged man shook his head. He still remembered that others in Kodansha said that his literary career had ended and that it was difficult for him to be called a writer anymore.

"But my poetry is OK."

Obi Ichiro patted the other person's shoulder.

"Today is a poetry reading, you can call me Teacher Xiaowei"

"Isn't it too much?"

(End of this chapter)