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武蔵野:国木田 独歩(170-202)/391


When the rice matures, rice fields in the valleys turn yellow.


By the time the rice was cut off and the shadows of the forest reflected on the surface of the rice field, when the daikon fields were heaped, the daikon radish was about to be pulled out and washed in pools of water or small banks of water. It becomes green with the new shoots.


Or at one end of the wheat field, the field remains and the chrysanthemum Obana is blown by the wind.


One end of Kayahara gradually rises, its end is squeezing the heavens, and when I climbed to the tip of it, I found the Chichibu ridges bordering the border of the forest, lying black, If you run on the horizon, it will appear to be submerged below the horizon.


Should I go down to the field again than this?


Alternatively, lay yourself on the back of the field in Kayahara, avoiding the strong north wind with piled hay, while exposing your face to the warm light of the day over the southern sky, the forest next to the field blisters in the wind. Should I look at it shining?


Or should we immediately follow the path to the forest?


I often hesitate.


Whether or not I was in trouble


I have known for a long time that I can not disappoint myself no matter which one I select, regardless of which road I run across Musashino.




In the letter that my friend once sent from his hometown, he said, "I am walking alone in the evening in Kayahara during this time. More about this, the dew of the morning and the cloud of the evening, the flowers of the evening, the longing for the hundreds of pitiful people and the revenge of Shiritsu Shoharu|Evil people avoid different paths People who love each other gradually go back and take the same path in hand, and return."


Although walking along the diameter of the field may cause some feelings, Musashino's road is different from this, it's a very encounter where we meet, and while walking avoiding it, we suddenly meet at the corner of the forest. There will be.


If you think that it is like a railroad track, there is also a detour road that goes further to the east and changes to the east. It is not easy to see the shadow of a man who hides in a valley, appears in a field, appears in a field, hides in a forest, and travels as far away as another road.


However, the road of Musashino has more fruit than the diameter of the field.


 People who take a walk in Musashino should not suffer from getting lost.


There is a prey to listen to, hear, and see, without fail, in every direction you go toward your feet.


The beauty of Musashino is first captured by simply walking along the thousands of roads that run vertically and horizontally.


Spring, summer, autumn, winter, morning, day, evening, night, moon, snow, wind, fog, frost, rain, drizzle, just wander around this road. There are things that will satisfy us everywhere as soon as I think about it and move it to the left or right.


I really feel that this is another characteristic of Musashino Daiichi.


Where is such a place in Japan except Musashino?


In the wilderness of Hokkaido, of course, there is nothing in Nasuno, where else?


Where is the place where life and nature are so close together that forests and fields are so confused with each other?


It is for this reason that there is a special road to Musashino.


If you do, if you go through a small path and immediately come to a place where you can understand Sanjo, it's not a problem, set up your cane and go to the collapsed one.


Or that road leads you to a small forest.


When you reach the middle of the forest and split into two again, try selecting the small path.


Or that path leads you to a strange place.


This is an old cemetery in the depths of the forest, with four to five moss-lined tombs lined up in front of it, and a little open space in front of it.


It's your happiness if a bird is crowing in the treetop above your head.


Switch back immediately and follow the road on the left.


Immediately the forest runs out and I see my field open before you.


Kayahara is a field where the end of the flower is shining in the sun and the end of the flower is shining from the foot, and the short forest grows on the top of the field. A distant cedar forest can be seen, and light clouds gather above the horizon, and mountains that seem to distort the color of the clouds can be seen little by little in the meantime.