Chapter 216 In memory of Yoshizawako

On the calendar on my desk, a large stack has been turned over on the left, and only a few thin sheets of paper are left on the right.The wind is howling outside the window, and it is the season of "urgent scenery withering the year".At the end of last year, in a short article I wrote in memory of my Japanese friends, I mentioned Kazuko Giza.How could she have expected that on this day this year, she would have become an ancient person! My first meeting with her was in the spring of 1961.I went to Tokyo to participate in the "Emergency Meeting of Asian and African Writers".

Japanese friends hosted a banquet for us at Chinzanzhuang.Giza Kazuko was the one who gave the welcome speech.At that time, she was in the prime of life, and she was wearing plain clothes, which made her rosy cheeks and plump figure even more apparent.She speaks English and we can talk directly.She knew that I had been to Hiroshima, so she came to see me at the hotel in Kamakura where we were staying on a stormy day.We talked deeply.When I talked about my conversation with the young atomic bomb victim, she couldn't help crying, and I was also very excited. At that time, I made a poem for her and sent it "Sound of Selling Flowers": Welcome Party at Chunshu Villa What is the most unforgettable thing about the jade and pearl in the light clothes and lanterns? Talking about Hiroshima and tears. The two-walker is the beginning of the exchange. Spring rain in Kamakura. That autumn, when she came to China for a visit, she brought a lacquered folding fan, let me take this The first word is written up.

I got acquainted with her in 1964. At that time, she brought her daughter and a nanny to China to recuperate and lived in the small Chinese-style courtyard of the Peace Hotel in the city. Mr. Liao asked me to take good care of her.So I often go to the city from the western suburbs, and sometimes accompany her to the hospital to see a doctor.She is young and is not used to living in a quiet ward. Often after I have agreed with the doctor to arrange for her to be hospitalized, within three days, when I bring a bouquet of flowers from outside the city to see her, she has already been discharged from the hospital and returned to the hotel. !

Ariyoshi Kazuko is a talented and prolific writer.She once told me that she could write three long-form serials for three newspapers at the same time!She is also full of compassion and a sense of justice.She never sings the wind and moonlights.During her stay in the United States, she saw white people discriminating against black people. She was very angry and wrote "Non-color".She sympathized with the tragic experience of old women and wrote "The Trance Man". She was particularly indignant about the pollution caused by industrial modernization, and wrote "Composite Pollution".She has written many novels and articles of this kind.Although I can't read Japanese, every time a book is published, she will give me a copy.

She came to China more than once, and I also visited Japan many times during this period. We met constantly, and every time we met, there were endless things to talk about.My last visit to Japan was at the turn of the spring and summer of 1980, and I had several interviews with her.I visited her new home and book-filled study, and met her mother and grown daughter. When I got the news of her sudden death at the beginning of September this year, I was shocked and saddened. I never thought that a writer as young as her, with a bright future, would take a step ahead of an old man like me! Yuji Zuohezi was a person discovered by Mr. Liao, and he introduced her to me with great care.Now Mr. Liao is no longer among us!How can one not feel lonely without these two passionate, hearty, and talented people on both sides of the river?Jiazi Lidong