行雲流水 日記

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It was probably when I was 8 or 9 years old.
I liked Anzenchitai's songs very much and often listened to them on TV when i was small. One day, I drew just the face of Koji Tamaki, a singer from Anzenzenchitai, on medium-sized drawing paper and put it up in my room. When I returned from school the next day, the drawing had disappeared. . . .
! ? I was too stunned to ask anyone in my family. But I thought it might had been my mother. If so, she must have been too scared of the drawing. . . The drawing looked a lot like Koji Tamaki.
Still I like their song very much.

 

 

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きのふ花 翌をもみぢや けふの月 (与謝蕪村)

 

The beauty of yesterday's flowers and tomorrow's autumn leaves can only be felt by admiring today's moon. (by Yosa Buson )

 

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三島由紀夫 春の雪 豊穣の海(一) 新潮文庫 P273より抜粋

 

退いてゆく波の彼方、幾重にもこちらへこちらへと折り重ってくる波の一つとして、

白いなめらかな背を向けているものはない。みんなが一せいにこちらを目ざし、一せいに

歯噛みをしている。しかし沖へ沖へと目を馳せると、今まで力づよく見えていた渚の波も、

実は稀薄な衰えた拡がりの末としか思われなくなる。次第次第に、沖へ向かって、海は濃厚になり、波打際の海の稀薄な成分は濃縮され、だんだんに圧搾され、濃緑色の水平線にいたって、無限に煮詰められた青が、ひとつの硬い結晶に達している。距離とひろがりを装いながら、その結晶こそは海の本質なのだ。この稀いあわただしい波の重複のはてに、かの青く凝結したもの、それこそは海なのだ。....................................

 

Beyond the receding waves, not one of the waves folding over and over again has a smooth white back. Everyone was staring at me and gritting their teeth. However, when you look out to sea, the waves on the shore that had seemed so strong until now seem to be nothing more than the end of a thin, weakened expansion. Gradually, heading offshore, the sea becomes thicker, and the dilute ingredients of the sea at the edge of the waves are concentrated and gradually squeezed out until the dark green horizon is reached. The blue that has been boiled down to an infinite extent becomes one—got a hard crystal. Despite the guise of distance and expanse, these crystals are the essence of the ocean. At the end of this rare and hectic overlapping of waves, that blue condensation is the ocean.