Chapter 2 Section 1: To Readers, To Chinese Readers (1)

Section 1: To Readers, To Chinese Readers (1) The most touching natural environmental protection novel in Japanese history! An allegory of life perception that is as famous as, ☆ Won the Best Animation Award at the 45th "Asia Pacific Film Festival"! ☆ An international best-selling novel that reflects on the land and cares about life ☆ A natural spiritual book that adults and children should not miss One of the most influential works of the 21st century!A bestseller you must read!Every parent and teacher gives their children the best gift! (A CD-ROM of "Listening to the Sound of Trees" is presented with the book! Participate in the essay contest and have the opportunity to travel to Japan for free!)

This is a touching and soul-touching human fable: the story happens naturally, a little boy who can see the wind and soar in the sky, treats all creatures on the earth with his tenderness, and fights for the war People who brought great courage and hope to...  In this fairy-tale story, the boy who could see the wind finally turned into a beautiful and kind soul through the etiquette of death, leading to the end of the war and leaving a brilliant memory in everyone's hearts.The style of this book is simple, fresh and warm. It uses a child's thinking and perspective to compose this fairy-tale fable. It teaches people how to care for and cherish life, arouses the best emotions in people's hearts, and presents the most true feelings to human beings. The touching and the greatest love, feel nature and life and death in the irresistible brilliance of human nature... This is a moving work that explores nature and discovers the value of life!

I wrote this story in Japanese.It was a real chore for me, having to rely on manuscripts to re-transcribe.But why did it have to be written in Japanese in the first place? Generally, when I was asked the reason, I would answer like this: In the Japanese world, I am an eight-year-old boy, because I have only lived in Japan for eight years. Let's leave that alone. Who is the "that guy" that appears in this book? And my whole life has been spent in such a ignorant way, until I experienced the "reborn" that "that guy" said... I literally didn't know anything about "the guy" before "Reborn"! But even so, I still have a lot of feelings about "the guy".

I remember when I was six years old, I had tonsil surgery.It was a horrible experience, hospital, injections, wearing a strange mask, unable to sleep..., and then waking up in a strange place, vomiting blood. I think, at that time, I had already experienced what adults call "death"—abandoned by everyone, alone. I got out of bed late at night and escaped from the ward.Wandering alone in the corridor, he unknowingly walked into a room full of large mirrors.When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help being scared silly.What appeared in the mirror was a completely unfamiliar face.I'm not sure yet, is that face really me now? -- the face of a forty-three-year-old man.

When I was only six years old, I can imagine seeing such a face. At the moment when I felt scared for the first time, the face in the mirror instantly returned to normal: a petite, blond, blue-eyed, Boy in pajamas. The me now and the one at that time, how should I put it? It seems that there is a line that transcends time and life to connect each other. Although I still can't explain this phenomenon, but I am sure that one day, "the guy" will explain it all to me. Let's change the subject! That was before my grandfather passed away. My grandfather, who was in critical condition, suddenly got up from the bed.Grandfather's eyes are piercing, almost the same as when he was healthy.He stretched out his right hand, stared at the sky, and called happily: "Ah! You are here to pick me up!"

I think it must be the grandmother who passed away not long ago, and her soul first went to the place where the grandfather was going.The family who loved my grandfather deeply knew that his time may be numbered. "Who is it?" asked the aunt. "It's a little boy." The grandfather answered in a clear voice. "Take me into the yard! How beautiful! Sunshine and flowers. Ah! This is such an indescribable beauty...Take my hand...." Grandpa's right hand wanted to hold something, and then slowly fell on the quilt. Grandpa stopped his heartbeat just like that, and the light in his eyes disappeared instantly, but there was always a smile on his face.

Maybe Grandpa has already met "the guy", maybe! Even if that might just be a dream. Readers, what do you think? CW Nick Yu Heiji November 1983 In 1978, I lived for a year in a remote, small mountain village engaged in whale hunting, collecting material for a historical novel and helping to translate ancient Japanese myths that told the world.It was a really tough time for me, the tough mental work sometimes gave me a splitting headache.One night I had the strangest dream ever, I dreamed of an unknown boy with strange abilities.This boy, he may belong to any race, and he may live in any country anywhere in the world.Due to the continuous exposure to Japanese, the dream I had was also in Japanese instead of English. When I woke up, I quickly recorded the dream.

I started learning Japanese at the age of 22, and perhaps due to the stress of long-term language struggles and the overuse of my poor, untrained brain cells, I discovered something inside me that I had never heard before. The voice is ready to come out.The story may be a metaphor, but I'm sure it wasn't something I consciously concocted. I finished writing this story and gave it to a good friend of mine - my copy agent.He tried all the big publishers in Tokyo, but none of them took it.Is this a science fiction novel?A story about a child?What exactly does it want to talk about? "The Boy Who Could See the Wind" couldn't fit the mold set by bestsellers, so they rejected it altogether.

In the end "Boy Who Could See the Wind" was published by a very small start-up publisher who didn't stick to the rules set by the older editors.The book was a huge success, and I received hundreds of letters from people of all ages, walks of life, and identities.Some readers claim that this particular child is their shadow. (But deep down in my heart, this particular boy is nobody but himself.) The story was later adapted into a play, which toured all over Japan for several years.Then it won the "Asia Pacific Film Festival" Best Animation Award. I know it is different from other traditional films, but animation is also a form of film after all.

Now I am very happy that this book has been translated into Chinese and you, my dear Chinese readers, can read it.Maybe some people will dismiss it as gibberish, well, never mind.How can a child see the wind and learn to fly?Maybe someone else will feel what I feel, or try to understand.I'd be very happy to know your thoughts. Since childhood I have studied and worked in nature.I live with people who are very close to nature, such as those who hunt and fish for a living.In the Canadian Arctic, I live with the Inuit, Canada's oldest ethnic group, who live in the forests and coastlines. In the Congo, I live with the Pygmies of the Ituri Forest. In Issel Biya, I live in remote mountains.Also, for the last twenty-five years, I have devoted all my energy and life to how to restore this forest in Japan to the best ecological condition - a place where bears, eagles and owls can haunt forest.

With these people who live in nature, with these so-called primitive peoples, there is no clear dividing line between "natural" and "supernatural".Hunter-gatherers are all very alert, and make better use of their senses and senses than those who live in cities and who think they can learn all about nature in a university classroom or laboratory. consciousness.Please don't get me wrong, I am not shaming science.When I first ventured into the Canadian Arctic at the age of 17, I was traveling with a brilliant scientist who specialized in in-depth study of bird behavior and language, and there I was amazed by some of the things he did with arctic mallards . Of course I don't just do field work, I also test samples and data in the lab, spend some time exchanging opinions and ideas with others, and attend lectures and symposiums.All of this is very important. While I am in awe and people are humbled in the presence of those great scientists and brilliant minds, I also know some scientists and even some priests who mock "spirit" and "soul" and claim that animals have no feelings.Although I am not a deeply religious person, I am in awe of life and have a deep respect for animals, plants and all things, great and small, whether I understand them or not. Now here - Kurohime - I spend a lot of money and time to make it ecologically natural abused and neglected woodland, my great partner is a local, Mr. Matsumoto.I knew I couldn't do this on my own, and I really needed to know the local conditions. Mr. Matsumoto is 74 years old this year.He's a rough guy who doesn't know any languages ​​other than Japanese.He doesn't discriminate against scions of the royal family, high officials, brash teenagers, or me.Sometimes this method can create a happy atmosphere, and sometimes I even have to wipe the sweat off my forehead nervously.He never cared about class, the only thing he cared about was whether people really cared about the forest. He left school when he was 15 to work as a charcoal burner in the forest.After this he grew up as a lumberjack and forest ranger.He knew the forest better than any of the experts and scholars who visited it, and the vast majority of our visitors, including scholars, were more than happy to talk to him.In principle, I'm his "boss" because I hired him.But now, in our trust, he is the most qualified ranger.As you know, I have donated this piece of land that I have purchased so that it may be preserved after I am gone.Every hour I spent with Mr. Matsumoto, these more than 20 years, is a big lesson, I have learned a lot and gained a lot of happiness. Maybe one day, you will meet us in this forest we call "Afan", which means a place where the wind blows in the old Celtic language.I look forward to it. CWNicol March 21, 2007