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Yasunari Kawabata

He took his blind wife's hand and walked up a slope to see a rented house.

"What's that sound?"

"The sound of the wind in the bamboo forest."

"Yes, I haven't stepped out of the house for a long time, and I've almost forgotten the sound of bamboo leaves." The current home, the stairs to the second floor, are so finely divided. When I first moved here, my footsteps were difficult to match, and I suffered a lot. This staircase, now just getting used to it, you said you want to see the new house again. For blind people, the old house that is accustomed to living can be like their own body, every part and every corner is well understood, so they feel extra kind, just like the feeling of their own body. People who are not blind feel that the house is rigid and boring, but blind people can blend with it. Think about it, in the future, there will be a long time to often collide with the pillars of the new home, or trip over the threshold or something, right? He let go of his wife's hand and opened the white-painted wooden door.

"Yo, like a dark yard with leafy branches of trees." After that, winter will be cold. ”

"It's a western-style building with gloomy walls and windows." It seems that it is a German who lives here, and there is still a 'Ridman' nameplate here. ”

However, as soon as he pushed open the door of the house, he turned his upper body sideways as if he had been blinded by a blinding light.

"It's really nice. Very bright. If it's night in the yard, it's daylight. ”

The thick striped yellow and scarlet wallpaper looks very lively, a bit like the red and white curtain of a festival. Crimson curtains, as bright as colored electric lights.

"There were loungers, a warm stove, a tea table and chairs. Wardrobes, decorative lights – furniture is readily available. Come and see..." he said, eagerly, as if to push his wife down, and pushed her to the recliner for her to sit down. The wife was like a clumsy skater, her hands fluttering in the air, swaying under the rebound of the spring.

"Hey, even the piano."

Let him hold hands, and she sat down in front of a small piano next to the stove, as if touching something frightening, and tapped the keys.

"Ah! It will ring. ”

So she played a children's song. This may be a song that she still learns and still remembers when she was a teenager who can still see with her eyes. He walked into the study with the large desk and looked at it, and next to the study was the bedroom. Inside was a double bed. Mattresses are also made of coarse cloth with red and white stripes. As soon as you sit on it, it's soft and elastic. The wife's piano gradually sounded with joyful joy. But he also heard the sorrow of the blind, and occasionally pressed the wrong keys, and she laughed like a child.

"Hey, don't you come and see a big bed?" You say how incredible it is that the wife, who has just arrived, can walk steadily into the bedroom like a clear-eyed girl in a room that has no height or height. The two men sat side by side on the edge of the bed, their hands on each other's backs, and on one side they jumped and bounced like dolls with springs. The wife whistled quietly, and she had forgotten the time.

"What is this place?"

"I don't know."

"What the hell is this place?"

"It's not your house anyway."

"How nice it would be if there were places like this everywhere."

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