Appreciation of Chinese and Japanese Bilingual Literature: Natsume Soseki's "Ten Nights of Dreams"

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I had such a dream.

Had such a dream.

I have six children. It is certainly my child. However, eyes collapse before one is it in mysterious thing, and it is a blue priest. When I asked him when his eyes had collapsed, he answered for a long time. The voice is no different from the child's voice, but the wording is as if it is an adult. Moreover, it is equal.

I was carrying a six-year-old child on my back. That's really your own child. I just don't know when the child's eyes are blind and he becomes a stinking little ghost head. I asked her when her eyes were blind. She replied that she had been blind a long, long time ago. The voice is indeed the voice of a child, but the tone is the same as that of a master. And the attitude is the same as mine.

The left and right are Aota. The road is narrow. The shadow of the heron sometimes shines on the darkness.

On both sides are young rice paddies. The trails are homely. Occasionally, the shadow of a heron can be seen skimming through the darkness.

It was said, "It hung to the rice field" by the back.

"Let's go to the rice paddy path," a voice from behind said.

When I asked him to turn his face back, "How do you know?"

"How do you know, I asked him back.

"Because the heron squeals," he replied.

"Isn't there a heron barking," he replied.

Then, the heron rang about two voices.

Sure enough, the heron barked twice.

I became a little scared though I was my child. It does not understand what will happen in the future if such a thing is shouldered. I saw a big forest in the darkness when I looked at the other face to see if there was no place to hit somewhere. As soon as I figured it out, on my back,

Although it was my own child, I felt a little frightened. Carrying such a thing, how to go forward? I was trying to find a place to lose it, and a large forest loomed in the darkness. Just think maybe that's a good place. Suddenly, from behind:

There was a voice "Fufu".

"Hey hey"

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at what"

The child did not reply. Simply

The child doesn't answer, just asks

"Father, is it heavy?"

"Dad, is it heavy?"

When I answered "It's not heavy",

"Not heavy"

I said, "It's going to be heavy now."

"It's going to get heavier soon"

I silently went to the forest with my goal. The road in the rice field swells irregularly and it is not possible to go out easily as thought. After a while, it became bifurcated. I stood at the root of my crotch and rested for a moment.

I walked silently forward with the goal of the forest. It's just that the field trails are winding and twisting, and I can't walk out no matter how I walk. After a while, there were two days of fork in the road. I stood at the fork in the road, taking a break.

"There must be a stone standing," said the boy.

"There should be a stone tablet here," said the little devil's head.

Indeed, the stone of the eighth square stands at the height of the waist. In the table, there are left-hander Higakubo and Right Hottawara. It was dark, but the red character seemed clear. A red character was a color like Imori's belly.

Sure enough, a waist-length eight-inch corner stone was erected between the roads, and it read: "Sundial on the left, Horitahara on the right." "Obviously it was night, but the bright red characters on the stone could be seen very clearly. The color is similar to the red color of the salamander's abdomen.

"You'll like the left," the boy ordered. When the left was seen, the forest was throwing the shadow of the dark from a high sky to the top of our heads. I hesitated a little.

"Go to the left!" The little devil's head gave the order. Looking to the left, the dark shadow of the forest that I had just seen was soaring in the sky as if it were about to fall. I was a little hesitant.

"Don't hold back," the boy said again. I had no choice but to walk toward the forest. In my stomach, when I approached the forest while thinking that I often knew everything, I said on my back, "Blindness must not be crippled."

"Don't worry." The little devil's head opened his mouth again. I had no choice but to move in the direction of the forest. In my heart, I wondered how this little blind man could expect things to be like God. As he approached the forest in a straight line, he spoke again behind his back: "It's really inconvenient to be blind." ”

"That's why I owe it, isn't it?"

"With me carrying you, where is it inconvenient?"

'I'm sorry to have you inflicted, but I can't be ridiculed by people, I can't be ridiculed by my parents.'

"It's embarrassing to have you on your back. However, the blind will be looked down upon, especially by their parents, so it is not okay! ”

I was somewhat disgusted. I hurried to go to the forest early and throw it away.

After listening to it, I really got bored. I was still about to go to the forest to give this little ghost a, so I quickened my pace.

"I know I'll go a little further -- it was just this night," he says to himself on his back.

"You'll know after a little while... That was the night that happened to be. Behind the scenes, I was talking to myself.

"What?" he heard in a racy voice.

"What?" I asked rudely.

"You know what it is," the child replied mockingly. Then, it came to think that it knew somehow. However, it is not understood forcibly. However, it seems that it was such a night. And, it seems to understand if it goes a little more. It seems that it throws it away early before it understands because it is serious if it understands, and it is necessary to have to be relieved. I was getting faster and faster.

"What else to ask? Don't you understand in your heart? The child replied mockingly. When he said this, I felt as if I understood. Just don't know the details. I just feel as if it's the same night. I also feel that if I go any further, everything will be understood. I feel that if everything is really understood, it is very good, so I have to throw this child away early when I still don't understand it, so that I can rest assured. I picked up my pace again.

It's been raining since a while. The road gets darker and darker. Almost crazy. However, a small boy sticks to his back, and the boy shines like a mirror that illuminates his past, present, and future, and does not give him a minute's worth of facts. Moreover, it is my child. And, it is blind. I became irresistible.

It's been raining for a while. The trail was even darker. I moved forward intently. It's just a little ghost head stuck to my back, and this little ghost head is like a mirror that can see my past, present, and future, even a little fact. Not only that, but this little devil's head was his own child. And he's blind. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I couldn't stand it.

"It's here, it's here, just the root of the cedar."

"This is it! This is it! It's the root of that cedar tree! ”

I could hear the boy's voice in the rain. I didn't remember and stayed. I was crawling into the woods someday. The black one which was ahead only one time certainly looked as the cedar tree as the boy said.

In the rain, the voice of the little devil's head was clear and loud. I stopped unconsciously. I don't know when we were in the forest. The black thing about two meters ago did look like a cedar tree that the little devil's head said.

"Father, you were at the root of that cedar."

"Daddy, is it under that cedar tree?"

It has answered instinctively, "Yes, it is so".

"Well, yes." I replied involuntarily.

"It might be the year of the dragon of five years of culture"

"Is it the fifth year of culture (1808)?"

Indeed, it seemed to be a year of the dragon for five years of culture.

Come to think of it, it seems like it was really culture for five years.

"You killed me exactly a hundred years ago."

"This year it's been exactly a hundred years since you killed me!"

As soon as I heard this word, consciousness said that one blindness was killed by the root of this cedar happened in the head suddenly on the night of such darkness of the age of the dragon age of 100 years ago culture five years ago. As soon as I realized that I was a murderer, the child on my back suddenly became heavy like a stone jizo.

As soon as I heard these words, it suddenly came to my mind that in the five years of culture a hundred years ago, it was also on such a night, under this fir tree, that I had killed a blind man. When I woke up to the fact that I was a murderer, the child on my back immediately became extremely heavy like a stone statue of Jizo Bodhisattva.

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