[Dense forest]
It should be a mountain evergreen coniferous forest, with a large number of tabuliformis and spruce. A few maple trees enrich the color of the forest. You can't see the rodents, but they must be watching you in the dark, like kendo fighters standing still. Occasionally, the ring-necked pheasants' cheers can be heard from the empty valley. The gullies and streams, and the wet environment are often in short supply for fairy tale writers and poets.
There are at least two jungles.
One is in the rain, filled with gloom, suspicion, hesitation, and stupid duels.
One is after the rain, leaving travelers with joy and gratitude.
[Path]
There are at least two paths through the jungle, one leads to the castle, and the other leads to a further journey.
The traveler must make a choice.
[A heavy rain]
The heavy rain provides travelers with a more relaxed time to choose, and the cheap hotels in the jungle provide travelers with a place to think.
【Wandering Samurai】
You are like a traveler. The boatman looked at the heavy rain that was submerged in the mountains, and said to the samurai casually.
Years ago, in the North, the samurai was a museum curator, tired of day-to-day transcribing, after all, he was a samurai with a good swordsmanship, and a museum curator was not an ideal profession, when , Young and young, with no future. Luo Tuo's arrogant character makes his career path narrower and narrower.
So, he embarked on a journey, passing through patches of dense forests, castles, and heavy rain. He became a professional rover.
[An experience with the master many years ago]
Kendo field.
The kendo master and the young samurai faced off with wooden swords, and suddenly the master abandoned the sword: I lost.
The master said that the difference between you and others lies in your quietness and lack of desire to conquer. Such an opponent is precisely difficult to defeat.
The samurai saw a letter on the wall of the dojo.
"There is no other way."
【The lord and the sword of the samurai】The
lord is the master of the castle.
The samurai is the master of the sword.
Forged by carbon fire, with a little pattern on the edge, very delicate from the quenching, the edge is calm, like a spring stream, with a sable jumping by the stream. No forger's name, but still a good sword! This is how the feudal lord described the sword of the samurai.
It sounds like the feudal lord is describing it more like a poet.
People say that the sword of a samurai is his spirit, so beautiful! The feudal lord exclaimed.
The lord's surprised eyes told the samurai that this was a temperamental castle owner.
[The feudal lord's screen and private garden]
A thickly painted screen painting of the Momoyama period, in Yongde style.
The eagle was tied to a pine branch by ropes, unable to do anything. Eagle has not returned to the blue sky since the Momoyama period. It's too boring to talk in the house, so let's go for a walk in the garden. the feudal lord said. The feudal lord was obviously very proud of the meticulous creation of the garden, and the samurai saw the feudal lord's face from the reflection of the pool in the garden, and the feudal lord's face was surrounded by some irises.
The trees around the garden are tall and dense, and the ancient bridges are hidden in the forest. For the samurai who are used to seeing the magnificent mountains and rivers all the way, artificial nature is obviously too perfunctory.
Stay, I'm missing a kendo instructor here. The feudal lord finally said.
[Samurai's Choice]
I have always been addicted to a topographic map of my heart.
Topographic maps tell me where I have been, where I am, and where I am going. I will eventually die on the journey with a large amount of personal information in my mind, and I have designed seventy-two schemes for where I will end, from towns to remote and barren places, all kinds of scenes refer to each other and are magnificent.
It is better to be always on the way, so there is always hope, the samurai thought.
[The rain has stopped]
The rain has stopped, although there are still some cumulus clouds in the sky, the samurai has set off into the sun, and once again embarked on an endless journey.
When he looked up, only an eagle was gliding in the sky.
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