"The Taste of Chengsha" The night seemed to become lengthy when I was not wandering. I was thinking about finding a movie to pass the time, and I saw two people under the cherry tree, Tokue and Sentaro, fate, I can only think that. "The Taste of Chengsha." I like. It's a faint movie, even the warmth is light, it should be shot with a handheld camera, the picture is ordinary as if you are by your side. In fact, I was attracted by the cherry blossoms first, very Japanese. It was spring, and Kazuki's blooming flowers could feel the wildness of the rebirth through the screen, but the picture was still introverted and flat, and then Tokue Yoshii appeared. Wearing a short-brimmed hat, a small-collar plaid coat, and a light makeup, a 76-year-old lady walked under the cherry tree with some restraint. The wind swayed many flowers, and she stretched out under the flowers. Come, look at the flowers with a smile, look at the people taking pictures under the flower tree, and look at the Dorayaki shop in Sentaro on the corner of the street. The story begins in that dorayaki shop. Sentaro seemed to be a gloomy person, repeating work mechanically every day. At Sentaro’s Dorayaki shop, the red bean paste is ordered, one full bucket to full bucket. Later, Dejiang got a chance to work in the store after some setbacks. She made bean paste with red beans. She said that bean paste is the essence of dorayaki. When she was cooking the beans, she said that she should treat these beans well, "They came all the way from the ground." I think I fell in love with Dejiang since I heard this, just like I heard "The sound of fried sea salt is naughty." "The voice of "I like a boy in the future." She treated them gently, otherwise it would be rude to beans. Give them time to get close to sugar, just like a young man’s first date... Dejiang makes red bean filling, how should I say it, should be described as pious , They have been at noon since dawn. Being impetuous, I couldn't do anything for a long time, but I could drag the progress bar to watch the production process of them several times, and I felt beautiful and at ease. Because of the handmade bean paste, Sentaro’s dorayaki is really delicious. Sentaro is a dorayaki shop manager who doesn’t like sweets. This surprised Tokue, but now he can eat a whole copper for the first time. The gongs are burning. It's summer, the cherry blossoms have fallen, the cherry trees have grown green leaves, and Sentarou's shop is booming. People are lining up to buy. Tokue cooks beans and says to them, "You have to work hard." Sentaro's expression of making dorayaki also became clear. The girl Wakana is here again. She is a frequent customer in the store and always savors a dorayaki carefully every time. De Jiang said to her, it's great to be young, and you are so lucky. The birds are also lucky, they are free. Later I found out why she said such things, and at that time, I only liked her chatting with Wakana. I can go back and repeat the dialogue with Yu Ruocai's canary's call several times. Sentaro and Tokue got closer. Sometimes they looked like mother and child. The situation where they made dorayaki together was so warm that the corners of their mouths smiled involuntarily. There are chirping female students in the shop, and they put on summer uniforms. De Jiang said to the children, find what you want to do and treat it as a game. You should do things that make you happy. You have that kind of freedom. De Jiang, she was a wise person in the years. Autumn came, and the leaves of the cherry trees turned yellow and fell one by one. The business in the shop became deserted. The prepared Dorayaki was neatly laid out, but no one patronized it anymore. All this is because of De Jiang, because De Jiang was a leprosy patient, and the news spread in the small town like that. A small shop that no one patronizes, Sentaro said to Tokue, let's stop here today. Tokue took off her work clothes and folded them into her schoolbag. Her hair grew longer, and she wore a short-brimmed hat and a checkered coat with a small collar. She dressed the same as when Sentaro saw her for the first time in spring. She still smiled and bowed sternly and said goodbye. Sentaro watched her figure leave, she looked up under the cherry tree, there are birds flying by, she raised her hand to greet, like a child, innocent as a child. Later, Tokue never returned to Sentaro’s dorayaki shop. Sentaro seemed to have recovered his former gloom. He drank again. He sat on the cushion that Tokue woven in the summer and smoked cigarettes. In the summer, Tokue let him He chose one of the two cushions he had just woven. He chose the blue one, and the other one was given to him by De Jiang. Sentaro, sitting on the blue cushion that Tokue woven, received a letter, Tokue’s handwritten letter in a twisted form. "When I make beans, I always listen to the stories told by the beans, imagine the sunny and rainy days that the beans have seen, the breeze blows the content of the beans' conversations, listen to their journey stories, yes, listen to them. I think everything in this world has stories that can be told, even the sun and the wind can hear their stories. Perhaps for this reason, the breeze came in last night and blew through the fence of the holly tree, it seemed to be Tell me, I should contact you. We want to stay away from right and wrong and live our own lives, but sometimes we are hurt by the ignorance of this society. Sometimes we must use our own wisdom. I believe that one day, you Will create your own dorayaki and realize your own ideas. Have the confidence to walk your own path." Sometimes they look like mother and child, and when they do dorayaki together, it is so warm that the corners of their mouths smile involuntarily. There are chirping female students in the shop, and they put on summer uniforms. De Jiang said to the children, find what you want to do and treat it as a game. You should do things that make you happy. You have that kind of freedom. De Jiang, she was a wise person in the years. Autumn came, and the leaves of the cherry trees turned yellow and fell one by one. The business in the shop became deserted. The prepared Dorayaki was neatly laid out, but no one patronized it anymore. All this is because of De Jiang, because De Jiang was a leprosy patient, and the news spread in the small town like that. A small shop that no one patronizes, Sentaro said to Tokue, let's stop here today. Tokue took off her work clothes and folded them into her schoolbag. Her hair grew longer, and she wore a short-brimmed hat and a checkered coat with a small collar. She dressed the same as when Sentaro saw her for the first time in spring. She still smiled and bowed sternly and said goodbye. Sentaro watched her figure leave, she looked up under the cherry tree, there are birds flying by, she raised her hand to greet, like a child, innocent as a child. Later, Tokue never returned to Sentaro’s dorayaki shop. Sentaro seemed to have recovered his former gloom. He drank again. He sat on the cushion that Tokue woven in the summer and smoked cigarettes. In the summer, Tokue let him He chose one of the two cushions he had just woven. He chose the blue one, and the other one was given to him by De Jiang. Sentaro, sitting on the blue cushion that Tokue woven, received a letter, Tokue’s handwritten letter in a twisted form. "When I make beans, I always listen to the stories told by the beans, imagine the sunny and rainy days that the beans have seen, the breeze blows the content of the beans' conversations, listen to their journey stories, yes, listen to them. I think everything in this world has stories that can be told, even the sun and the wind can hear their stories. Perhaps for this reason, the breeze came in last night and blew through the fence of the holly tree, it seemed to be Tell me, I should contact you. We want to stay away from right and wrong and live our own lives, but sometimes we are hurt by the ignorance of this society. Sometimes we must use our own wisdom. I believe that one day, you Will create your own dorayaki and realize your own ideas. Have the confidence to walk your own path." Sometimes they look like mother and child, and when they do dorayaki together, it is so warm that the corners of their mouths smile involuntarily. There are chirping female students in the shop, and they put on summer uniforms. De Jiang said to the children, find what you want to do and treat it as a game. You should do things that make you happy. You have that kind of freedom. De Jiang, she was a wise person in the years. Autumn came, and the leaves of the cherry trees turned yellow and fell one by one. The business in the shop became deserted. The prepared Dorayaki was neatly laid out, but no one patronized it anymore. All this is because of De Jiang, because De Jiang was a leprosy patient, and the news spread in the small town like that. A small shop that no one patronizes, Sentaro said to Tokue, let's stop here today. Tokue took off her work clothes and folded them into her schoolbag. Her hair grew longer, and she wore a short-brimmed hat and a checkered coat with a small collar. She dressed the same as when Sentaro saw her for the first time in spring. She still smiled and bowed sternly and said goodbye. Sentaro watched her figure leave, she looked up under the cherry tree, there are birds flying by, she raised her hand to greet, like a child, innocent as a child. Later, Tokue never returned to Sentaro’s dorayaki shop. Sentaro seemed to have recovered his former gloom. He drank again. He sat on the cushion that Tokue woven in the summer and smoked cigarettes. In the summer, Tokue let him He chose one of the two cushions he had just woven. He chose the blue one, and the other one was given to him by De Jiang. Sentaro, sitting on the blue cushion that Tokue woven, received a letter, Tokue’s handwritten letter in a twisted form. "When I make beans, I always listen to the stories told by the beans, imagine the sunny and rainy days that the beans have seen, the breeze blows the content of the beans' conversations, listen to their journey stories, yes, listen to them. I think everything in this world has stories that can be told, even the sun and the wind can hear their stories. Perhaps for this reason, the breeze came in last night and blew through the fence of the holly tree, it seemed to be Tell me, I should contact you. We want to stay away from right and wrong and live our own lives, but sometimes we are hurt by the ignorance of this society. Sometimes we must use our own wisdom. I believe that one day, you Will create your own dorayaki and realize your own ideas. Have the confidence to walk your own path." , Regard it as a game, you should do things to make yourself happy, you have that kind of freedom. De Jiang, she was a wise person in the years. Autumn came, and the leaves of the cherry trees turned yellow and fell one by one. The business in the shop became deserted. The prepared Dorayaki was neatly laid out, but no one patronized it anymore. All this is because of De Jiang, because De Jiang was a leprosy patient, and the news spread in the small town like that. A small shop that no one patronizes, Sentaro said to Tokue, let's stop here today. Tokue took off her work clothes and folded them into her schoolbag. Her hair grew longer, and she wore a short-brimmed hat and a checkered coat with a small collar. She dressed the same as when Sentaro saw her for the first time in spring. She still smiled and bowed sternly and said goodbye. Sentaro watched her figure leave, she looked up under the cherry tree, there are birds flying by, she raised her hand to greet, like a child, innocent as a child. Later, Tokue never returned to Sentaro’s dorayaki shop. Sentaro seemed to have recovered his former gloom. He drank again. He sat on the cushion that Tokue woven in the summer and smoked cigarettes. In the summer, Tokue let him He chose one of the two cushions he had just woven. He chose the blue one, and the other one was given to him by De Jiang. Sentaro, sitting on the blue cushion that Tokue woven, received a letter, Tokue’s handwritten letter in a twisted form. "When I make beans, I always listen to the stories told by the beans, imagine the sunny and rainy days that the beans have seen, the breeze blows the content of the beans' conversations, listen to their journey stories, yes, listen to them. I think everything in this world has stories that can be told, even the sun and the wind can hear their stories. Perhaps for this reason, the breeze came in last night and blew through the fence of the holly tree, it seemed to be Tell me, I should contact you. We want to stay away from right and wrong and live our own lives, but sometimes we are hurt by the ignorance of this society. Sometimes we must use our own wisdom. I believe that one day, you Will create your own dorayaki and realize your own ideas. Have the confidence to walk your own path." , Regard it as a game, you should do things to make yourself happy, you have that kind of freedom. De Jiang, she was a wise person in the years. Autumn came, and the leaves of the cherry trees turned yellow and fell one by one. The business in the shop became deserted. The prepared Dorayaki was neatly laid out, but no one patronized it anymore. All this is because of De Jiang, because De Jiang was a leprosy patient, and the news spread in the small town like that. A small shop that no one patronizes, Sentaro said to Tokue, let's stop here today. Tokue took off her work clothes and folded them into her schoolbag. Her hair grew longer, and she wore a short-brimmed hat and a checkered coat with a small collar. She dressed the same as when Sentaro saw her for the first time in spring. She still smiled and bowed sternly and said goodbye. Sentaro watched her figure leave, she looked up under the cherry tree, there are birds flying by, she raised her hand to greet, like a child, innocent as a child. Later, Tokue never returned to Sentaro’s dorayaki shop. Sentaro seemed to have recovered his former gloom. He drank again. He sat on the cushion that Tokue woven in the summer and smoked cigarettes. In the summer, Tokue let him He chose one of the two cushions he had just woven. He chose the blue one, and the other one was given to him by De Jiang. Sentaro, sitting on the blue cushion that Tokue woven, received a letter, Tokue’s handwritten letter in a twisted form. "When I make beans, I always listen to the stories told by the beans, imagine the sunny and rainy days that the beans have seen, the breeze blows the content of the beans' conversations, listen to their journey stories, yes, listen to them. I think everything in this world has stories that can be told, even the sun and the wind can hear their stories. Perhaps for this reason, the breeze came in last night and blew through the fence of the holly tree, it seemed to be Tell me, I should contact you. We want to stay away from right and wrong and live our own lives, but sometimes we are hurt by the ignorance of this society. Sometimes we must use our own wisdom. I believe that one day, you Will create your own dorayaki and realize your own ideas. Have the confidence to walk your own path." That's it. Tokue took off her work clothes and folded them into her schoolbag. Her hair grew longer, and she wore a short-brimmed hat and a checkered coat with a small collar. She dressed the same as when Sentaro saw her for the first time in spring. She still smiled and bowed sternly and said goodbye. Sentaro watched her figure leave, she looked up under the cherry tree, there are birds flying by, she raised her hand to greet, like a child, innocent as a child. Later, Tokue never returned to Sentaro’s dorayaki shop. Sentaro seemed to have recovered his former gloom. He drank again. He sat on the cushion that Tokue woven in the summer and smoked cigarettes. In the summer, Tokue let him He chose one of the two cushions he had just woven. He chose the blue one, and the other one was given to him by De Jiang. Sentaro, sitting on the blue cushion that Tokue woven, received a letter, Tokue’s handwritten letter in a twisted form. "When I make beans, I always listen to the stories told by the beans, imagine the sunny and rainy days that the beans have seen, the breeze blows the content of the beans' conversations, listen to their journey stories, yes, listen to them. I think everything in this world has stories that can be told, even the sun and the wind can hear their stories. Perhaps for this reason, the breeze came in last night and blew through the fence of the holly tree, it seemed to be Tell me, I should contact you. We want to stay away from right and wrong and live our own lives, but sometimes we are hurt by the ignorance of this society. Sometimes we must use our own wisdom. I believe that one day, you Will create your own dorayaki and realize your own ideas. Have the confidence to walk your own path." That's it. Tokue took off her work clothes and folded them into her schoolbag. Her hair grew longer, and she wore a short-brimmed hat and a checkered coat with a small collar. She dressed the same as when Sentaro saw her for the first time in spring. She still smiled and bowed sternly and said goodbye. Sentaro watched her figure leave, she looked up under the cherry tree, there are birds flying by, she raised her hand to greet, like a child, innocent as a child. Later, Tokue never returned to Sentaro’s dorayaki shop. Sentaro seemed to have recovered his former gloom. He drank again. He sat on the cushion that Tokue woven in the summer and smoked cigarettes. In the summer, Tokue let him He chose one of the two cushions he had just woven. He chose the blue one, and the other one was given to him by De Jiang. Sentaro, sitting on the blue cushion that Tokue woven, received a letter, Tokue’s handwritten letter in a twisted form. "When I make beans, I always listen to the stories told by the beans, imagine the sunny and rainy days that the beans have seen, the breeze blows the content of the beans' conversations, listen to their journey stories, yes, listen to them. I think everything in this world has stories that can be told, even the sun and the wind can hear their stories. Perhaps for this reason, the breeze came in last night and blew through the fence of the holly tree, it seemed to be Tell me, I should contact you. We want to stay away from right and wrong and live our own lives, but sometimes we are hurt by the ignorance of this society. Sometimes we must use our own wisdom. I believe that one day, you Will create your own dorayaki and realize your own ideas. Have the confidence to walk your own path." The content of the children's conversation blows over, listen to their journey stories, yes, listen to them. I think everything in this world has stories that can be told, even the sunshine and wind can hear their stories. Perhaps it is for this reason. Last night, the breeze blew in and blew over the fence of holly trees, and seemed to say to me that I should contact you. We want to stay away from right and wrong and live our own lives, but sometimes we are hurt by the ignorance of this society, and sometimes we have to use our own wisdom. I believe that one day, you will create your own dorayaki and realize your own ideas. Have the confidence to go your own way. " The content of the children's conversation blows over, listen to their journey stories, yes, listen to them. I think everything in this world has stories that can be told, even the sunshine and wind can hear their stories. Perhaps it is for this reason. Last night, the breeze blew in and blew over the fence of holly trees, and seemed to say to me that I should contact you. We want to stay away from right and wrong and live our own lives, but sometimes we are hurt by the ignorance of this society, and sometimes we have to use our own wisdom. I believe that one day, you will create your own dorayaki and realize your own ideas. Have the confidence to go your own way. "
This is a letter from De Jiang, De Jiang, she is really a poet and a philosopher. Sentaro said to Wakana, I didn't protect her. Later, Sentaro and Wakana, who ran away from home with a canary, came to the leprosy sanctuary, and Wakana entrusted the bird to Tokue. De Jiang was much older when she was in the store. She seemed rare and at ease in this place where she was forced to live since her girlhood. At this time, I realized what she said to Wakana at that time, "It’s nice to be young. , You are so lucky. The birds are also lucky, they are very free." She entertained them to eat their own snacks, and she said to Sentarou who was about to shed tears, "Manager, smile when you eat something delicious." When the weather was getting colder, Sentaro's shop was taken back by the proprietress, and it was almost winter when Tokujiang passed away. She left a volume of recordings and a set of tools inscribed with her name. She told Wakana that she heard the canary singing let me go, so sorry, she let her bird go. She told Sentaro, the full moon whispered to me, I want you to be able to see it, so I am shining. Dejiang has no tombstones, she has only one Dejiang tree, and Dejiang’s tree is a cherry blossom tree, which she likes. "We were born into this world, to listen and see, because of this, we don't have to be someone, we have our own meaning of survival." When the cherry blossoms were in full bloom again, Wakana entered high school according to her wish, Sentaro Under the cherry tree, he has his own simple stall. Like De Jiang said, it is a dorayaki stall with his own ideas. When the subtitles were released, the voiceover had a child's voice, "I want to buy a dorayaki". De Jiang, I like her.
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