On September 30, the fifth year of Tenmon (1536), after the Imagawa army left one part to garrison Yokoyama Castle, the main force returned to Imagawa Hall, and the retainers of each family disbanded their troops. After seeing the Imagawa army retreating, the Hojo family also retreated. , leaving one unit to station at Fuji Village to monitor the newly surrendered Kamahara family, while the main force all returned to Sagami.
This battle was not without gains for the Imagawa family. During the withdrawal, they seized the baggage left by the Hojo family in many ambush camps in Hamaishi Mountain and Jinkasa Mountain, which made up for the financial deficit. Imagawa Yoshimoto also used For this reason, he made a rare intervention in political affairs, doubled the existing pensions, and distributed them to the families of the fallen. However, the people are no longer here, and no matter how much money they have, it is just a token of concern.
Only a few days had passed since he left for the expedition, and Imagawa Yoshimoto returned to the castle tower as if he was in another world. But when he thought of the beautiful woman he had longed for, he might never have the chance to see him again in this life, Imagawa Yoshimoto felt empty in his heart. Yes, even the calligraphy and paintings collected from Taiyuan Xuezhai cannot be read at all.
Miaomiao wandered around the room, jumped on Imagawa Yoshimoto's desk, moved to Imagawa Yoshimoto's knees and rubbed them gently. Imagawa Yoshimoto used his hands to help him brush the hair on his back, but the technique was still not good. Very good. After a few strokes, Miao Miao felt uncomfortable. She jumped back on the desk and yelled at Imagawa Yoshimoto.
"I'm not as good as your mother..." Imagawa Yoshimoto smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes slightly red. Miao Miao noticed the sadness of his master, and suddenly curled up a little, and let out a few listless whines. .
"You miss mom too...right?" Imagawa Yoshimoto gently scratched Miao Miao's head, but all that appeared in front of his eyes was Ginkgo's gentle and cute look when she was masturbating the cat. He just felt a little breathless again. Feeling angry, he stood up, opened the door, and walked out of the house.
"Where are you going, Chengfang?" Taiyuan Xuezhai in the office next door heard his footsteps and asked.
"Go out and relax."
"The injury hasn't been properly healed yet, so be careful." Taiyuan Xuezhai reminded him and then ordered, "Remember to bring ninjas and guards with you."
"Okay." Imagawa Yoshimoto responded, looked at Tuton Sutra who was following him, and whispered to him, "Stay a little distance from me, I want to be alone."
"All you will do is follow His Majesty's instructions."
Imagawa Yoshimoto rode his horse out of the north gate of Imagawa Hall, but he didn't know where to go, so he simply went all the way north, into the mountains to the north of Imagawa Hall. He rode his horse and walked in the mountain forest, breathing the clear air. Immersed in the quiet mountain scenery, my restless heart became slightly calmer.
He jumped on a horse and climbed to the top of a mountain. He walked around a big rock and saw the mountain behind him. The breathtaking scenery in front of him made Imagawa Yoshimoto intoxicated for a moment. He saw that the mountain behind was covered with maple trees, and the wind was blowing. The rustling red leaves are like a blazing fire, covering the entire world. The green in the mountains and forests is like a rare embellishment, reminding the viewer that the true color of the trees is green, not red. Under the clear blue sky, surrounded by In the green mountains, the red color shocked Imagawa Yoshimoto's vision, making him feel unreal. It was as if a touch of cinnabar was suddenly painted in the middle of the picture of green mountains and green waters.
Unable to control his emotions, Imagawa Yoshimoto got off his horse and quickly walked into the maple forest, feeling the autumn wind blowing by his ears and feeling the sea of fire surrounding him. What fell on his head, what stood around him, what he stepped on under his feet,
Everything was red, and the colors of heaven and earth suddenly became monotonous.
It wasn't until Imagawa Yoshimoto reached the end of the back mountain that the green mountain forest reappeared in the field of vision. But the sudden appearance of green seemed to wake up the crimson dream. The feeling of climbing to the top of the mountain was like falling into the abyss.
The joy turned into pain like a backlash, attacking Imagawa Yoshimoto even more.
Yes. The maples are red and it’s already autumn.
He will never forget the early summer when he first saw ginkgo. At that time, the mountain forest was green, and every leaf was green. He hoped that time could stop at that moment and let everything stay in the green memory, just like the Sakaki leaves of Tokiwa
Never fade - how he wished the love between him and Ginkgo could be like this.
But now my heart has been stained red by the red leaves, as red as the torii gate in front of the shrine. The human world and the divine world are separated, how can there be any green left? Where can there be any fragile and beautiful things?
Is there any place for love to settle down?
This red, this green, how ironically they fit together, as if they are mocking the countless lovers who are destined to be lifelong lovers in troubled times, but in the end they are destined to be together. Miss Ginkgo... are you also admiring the red leaves in the same maple forest, and enjoying the red leaves with me?
Have the same thoughts?
"The heart is like a red leaf staining the Shen Pavilion."
A strange female voice rang in his ears, and in one word he could express the turbulent sorrow in Imagawa Yoshimoto's heart.
"The autumn colors of Tokiwa are in harmony with your heart."
Imagawa Yoshimoto said the last sentence without thinking, and all the sadness in his heart was poured into this poem, as if it was expelled from the body with the sound of the syllables, and he felt a lot better.
(Author's note: The original sentence of this waka is: 心をば红叶に色めて榊叶の久盘の色を奇りともかな. It is my favorite waka since I was a child, and it is also this waka that guided me to choose to learn
Japanese diplomacy, writing novels about Japan's Warring States Period. The last work "Jipan Red Leaves Across the Warring States Period" was named and developed around this waka. Because I didn't understand Japanese when I was a child, the first thing I came into contact with was this translated version, and now I'm also looking for it
I can’t find the source of the translation. But the author believes that the artistic conception of the Chinese translation of this waka is very good, even comparable to the original sentence, so I chose to quote the translation.)
It wasn't until the waves in his heart gradually calmed down that Imagawa Yoshimoto had time to look at the girl who just gave the previous sentence. She was sitting under the tree, with a full head of black hair like a ginkgo, the same bangs as a ginkgo, and very similar eyebrows.
, but has a completely different temperament. She is not as lazy and lively as Ginkgo, but is quiet and reserved, with an elegant and bookish air, and her body is also a little thin.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The autumn colors of Tokiwa are in harmony with your heart... a wonderful line, absolutely..." The girl recited it many times and appreciated the second half of the poem Imagawa Yoshimoto just played.
After saying this sentence, she couldn't help but admire her, her eyes looking at Imagawa Yoshimoto were full of admiration and admiration. But after a moment, she suddenly felt sad as if she could penetrate people's hearts, and then asked softly: "Master, are you missing the beauty?"
"Exactly." Imagawa Yoshimoto also sat down by the tree, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, reciting poems to himself and lamenting: "I don't see people who miss me, and I don't see people who miss me often."
——"The most embarrassing place is when the mood is changing." Unexpectedly, the girl whispered the next sentence.
Imagawa Yoshimoto was stunned and looked at the girl. The girl did not suffer from missing him as much as Imagawa Yoshimoto. Instead, she smiled and seemed to indicate that Imagawa Yoshimoto should continue to attack. I don’t know if it was because the girl was very similar to Ginkgo, or because the girl looked very similar to Ginkgo.
Imagawa Yoshimoto wanted to talk so much that he unexpectedly decided to reveal his feelings to this stranger.
"Hidden love hides from the public eye." Imagawa Yoshimoto murmured as he recalled the love between himself and Ginkgo that he could never confess to his family.
——"It's better to have flowers blooming than to see each other every day." The girl still blurted out.
"Love happens frequently in this world." Seeing the girl loving Japanese haiku so much, Imagawa Yoshimoto felt a close friend in his heart, so he continued to express his sadness in verses, waiting for the girl to pick up those classic poems one by one.
——"If there is more suffering, why make plum blossoms?"
"Loving you without any plan is like a crane in the reed."
——"Cry loudly day and night."
"When I die, I weep like geese in the sky."
——“Today is more recent than it has been for many years.”
"I'll go carelessly for you."
——"I miss each other bitterly, but I am not reunited."
"Faint thunder, hazy sky."
——"Even if it doesn't rain, I will stay here."
"Things in this world are impermanent, and Xiangle Mountain has never been destined."
——"Now, my heart falls in love at first sight."
…
Imagawa Yoshimoto and the girl sang together, and unknowingly they had already corrected hundreds of sentences, until the sun set. From the collection of famous poems to the little-known poems, the girl seemed to have read them all. Regardless of Imagawa Yoshimoto
No matter what Yuan said, he could always tell it right. This kind of photographic memory impressed Yoshimoto Imakawa, who had been gifted since childhood.
The pain of lovesickness and despair in his heart was turned into poetry and recited, and it was much better to say it. No wonder that countless famous sentences throughout the ages express feelings that are difficult to vent. When the sun sets in the west, Imagawa Yoshimoto
Remember, he hasn't asked the girl's name yet.
"Little girl Shuangye." The girl reported her name, looking at Imagawa Yoshimoto with a bright look on her face, "I have to find a haiku bosom friend, and I will be lucky for the rest of my life."
"Ms. Shimoye, you are too modest. I thought I had already covered a lot in Waka Haiku, but today I saw that there are mountains beyond Fangzhi Mountain." Imagawa Yoshimoto bowed to Shimoye and whispered gratefully, "Thank you too, Miss.
Take your time and relieve me of the pain of lovesickness."
"The world is in chaos and people's hearts are impetuous. There are not many samurai who are willing to calm down and read a book." Shuangye glanced at Imagawa Yoshimoto's attire and understood that he was probably a samurai with a high status. "For a samurai like Mr. Young Master, a young woman is still
It’s the first time I’ve met. I’ve met many men of letters, but only the young master’s talents can scratch the little girl’s ‘itch’. It’s really too late to meet her.”
Later, Shuangye whispered in a sour voice: "Your sweetheart is really lucky to meet a knowledgeable and sensible warrior like you instead of marrying a common man who only knows how to dance with a gun and has no understanding of style."
"We will meet again if we are destined." Seeing that it was getting late, Imagawa Yoshimoto knew that it was time to go back, so he stood up.
Seeing that Imagawa Yoshimoto was about to leave, Shuangye seemed to have just woken up from the artistic conception of "talented man and beautiful lady" all afternoon, his eyes trembled slightly. He bit his lip, but in the end he still couldn't say that sentence:
Before all the maple leaves fall, the little girl will be waiting in this maple forest.
Imagawa Yoshimoto smiled and snapped his fingers, then turned and left. Only Shuang Ye was left with clear eyes, reluctantly watching his figure disappear among the red leaves.
Returning to the castle tower in the evening, Imagawa Yoshimoto's mood was not as negative as before. Sure enough, you still have to talk about sad things, even if you tell a stranger, it will feel much better.
But in the dead of night, listening to Miao Miao's soft breathing while sleeping, Ginkgo's smile still appeared in front of his eyes. Imagawa Yoshimoto felt that his thoughts were unbearable again, so he stood up and rummaged for something in the cabinet. After a while, he
I took out a stack of yellow paper from somewhere. I lit the oil lamp, sat down at the table, and after a lot of hard work, I folded out a paper ginkgo.
Facing the ginkgo in front of the fire, Imagawa Yoshimoto felt tears overflowing from his eyes. After crying, he felt much better.
Since then, he has developed a habit. Whenever he misses ginkgo, he folds a paper ginkgo to express his condolences.
By the end of the year, the tiny paper ginkgo trees were piled as high as a person.
Author's note: This article quotes many Japanese waka haiku, and for the convenience of reading, I have chosen to quote the translation (for example, part of the "Man'yoshu" quotes the translation by Teacher Zhao Letong).