The children stand up all at once and do not protect the offshore.
Across Sagami Bay, one point and two points of fire, demon fire, wondering, blinking and upset.
This is exactly the mountain people of Izu, letting go of wildfire.
When a winter traveler thinks of the nightfall and distant, this fire is a bald crying with a far cry.
Izu no Yamanen Yu, Izu no Yamanen Yu, and the children sang in a funny way, clapping their hands only looking at the offshore people, and jumping crazy.
The innocent voice of mercy does not echo in the lonely beach at the time of the rush.
The sound of waves, like my own words, a white line from the south end of the cove, running all the way, and blending with it.
The tide is not full.
I couldn't hear the voice calling me to play on the beach in this cold nightfall, beyond the sandy mountains.
The child's heart can only be seen in the fire of Izu, and there is nothing to hear this voice.
I can hear two voices and three voices without returning, without returning, but one young child, listen, call my mother, say that I should not throw it away anymore, and if I run to the other side immediately, the rest The children also scream, scream, and compete to climb the sandy mountains.
Only the old child, who regrets the burning of the fire, can go back and forth while looking back, but when he stands at the top of the sandy mountain and tries to run down, he turns around again. No.
A glimpse of the fire is a fire.
No matter how we shout that our fire will not burn, the children will be surprised and suspicious, and they will return to the top of the sandy mountain and line up in a row to look down on you.
Until now, the burning and picking trees were immediately invited by the wind to start a fire, the thick smoke swirled up, and the tongue of the crimson flame was hidden.
The sound of tearing bamboo knots is heard, and the child of fire does not stand.
The fire just burns.
But the children no longer returned to the fire, they just clapping their hands happily, screaming loudly, and all at once heading down to the home at the foot of the sandy mountains.
Now, the beach is not dark either.
It will not be a lonely night in winter.
The main fire burns lonely on the beach of this lonely Zushi.
There is a black shadow that immediately sees, traces the water, and approaches the fire.
This is an old traveler.
He still crosses the last river and goes out to the beach, and he wants to go to the Kotsubo highway.
The weight of the footsteps of walking in a short run toward the fire.
With a hoarse voice, screaming with a good fire and faintly, throwing away the cane, lowering the parcel on the back, and holding both hands over the flame first.
His hands tremble, his knees trapped.
It's a cold night, but the roots of my teeth don't fit.
The flame is red and does not illuminate its face.
The depth of wrinkles.
The eyes are dented, and the light becomes muddy and dull.
The hair and skeleton were covered with dust in sesame white, only the tip of the nose was red, and the cheeks were earth-colored.
Whoever is pitiful, Izuku will point to you, and it may be a journey that is not decided by Gyoe.
Is it a cold night?
When I'm alone, I don't tremble with all my heart.
It warms up and rubs my face comfortably with my palm.
It's a good idea to get rid of the steam from the hem of the old cotton batter, which is close to the fire, in the morning rain.
That comfortable fire.
While saying good, throw it away, pick up a cane, lift one leg with this force, and do not hold it over the fire.
Kyahan and socks are not only faded in dark blue, but also the little finger without blood color appears.
The sound of the bamboo tearing in a loud voice, it burned vigorously, and the flames burned my feet, but the old man pulled his feet.
There was no pleasant fire, no burning fire, no burning.
I'll change my legs.
A long time ago, rather than abandoning the fun furnace, I was still treated to such a joyful fire.
Looking at the back of the fire while saying good, it's like looking at something far away.
Behind the fire, the fire of the old furnace is drawn as it was.
What appears vividly is for children and grandchildren.
The old fire was fun, the current fire was sad, no, no, old, old, now, comfortable fire.
The voice does not tremble.
Roughly throwing a cane.
With the fire on his back, he stood in front of the offshore, leaned, and struck his hips with both fists.
The sky looking up, the clear sky, the clear black, the frost on the stars, and the distant hang on the promontory of Izu.
The hem and sleeves of the elbow garment did not dry out.
Oh, this fire, who burns it, who burns it for whom, who burns it.
The old man's heart is now filled with gratitude, and the old eyes are weeping.
There is no wind, no waves, and the sound of the tide rushing in and soaking in the sand is not heard by the old man with his eyes closed.
Forget about the melancholy of a wandering trip in this moment, the old man's heart, and once again the old days of a child.
The fire was extinguished like this.
Bamboo burns, and boards do not burn.
Only the thick logs burn even better.
However, the old man no longer feels sorry for this.
However, I was regrettable when I left, I made a ring with both hands, held it over the fire as if I was holding it, and slammed my eyes, but I just stretched my waist, two legs and three legs. He stood up in a hurry, gathered the edges of the burning wood and added it to the fire, and when he saw it burn vigorously, he smiled comfortably.
After the old man went, the fire gave off a crimson light and burned unabashedly in the darkness of the lonely night.
Late at night, the tide, the burning fire of the children, the old man of the trip, and the footprints are not extinguished by the eternal waves.
底本：「日本文学全集12 国木田独歩 石川啄木集」集英社
Bottom book: "Complete Works of Japanese Literature 12 Doppo Kunikida, Takuboku Ishikawa Collection" Shueisha
September 7, 1967 (Showa 42) First edition
September 10, 1972 (Showa 47) 9th edition
Parent of the bottom book: "Doppo Kunikida Complete Works" Gakken
Proofreading: Mie Yamaki
Published October 29, 1998
Revised June 7, 2004
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