On the morning of June 5, 2008. The dozing old man was suddenly awakened by the beautiful and soft voice of the stewardess: Ladies and gentlemen, flight CZ627 from Yokohama, Japan to Shenyang Taoxian International Airport, China is about to land.Now, the plane is lowering altitude, please fasten your seat belts... The old man approached the small oval-shaped porthole on the left - the white clouds like a flock of sheep outside the window ran quickly as if they heard the whip of the shepherd's return!Perhaps it was too fast, the crowded backs bloomed into white flowers, and the white flowers joined together again, blurred, faded, and scattered.When the plane rushed out of the clouds, it suddenly became clear that the beautiful scenery of the land was at your feet, and a green velvet painting spread out!

The plane swayed gently, and the velvet embroidery danced along with it!oh, so beautiful!The rivers have become thin white lines, the lakes have become unprocessed natural emerald patches, and the houses are stacked building blocks... The dancing mountains are like unevenly squeezed paint on a flat sand table, short, narrow, thin, curved and irregular.The old man's heart suddenly warmed up: Those mountain tops are more like thread knots on embroidered cloth! Is the highest "thread bump" Dajiashan? of course not.The old man knows that this place is not Liaobei... The plane quickly lowered its altitude, and the picturesque land rushed towards us!The mountains, rivers, and house roofs were left behind in an instant, and the plane rushed towards a grid-shaped green rice field quickly-in the feeling, the belly of the aircraft "swished" over the rice...

The first old man to leave the cabin was too eye-catching: white hair, white eyebrows, white beard, white clothes and white trousers, only the black and red face "jumped" out, as mighty and smooth as a copper statue.A white beard like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind... The "Chinese style" silk and satin clothes are loose and loose.However, it looks like the texture is very good, thick, soft and smooth.elegant.Smooth and dazzling.The strong wind was blowing, the clothes and pants reacted quickly, and the tail of the flag quickly retreated and fluttered, but was immediately blocked by the old man's tough body...

Some people speculate: such a fairy-like old man is from Wudang, or from Shaolin? The old man waved, and a taxi stopped. The taxi drove all the way to the northeast.From time to time, the old man pointed to a sketch to indicate where the car had arrived.The road is getting worse and worse.The old man became more and more excited.After passing through Kaiyuan, the expressway is replaced by an ordinary road, the ordinary road is replaced by a dirt road, and the dirt road is replaced by a maomao road full of pits.The car got on the maomao road, like walking on springs.The two went up and down, left and right, like jumping on a trampoline.Ash is big.An earth dragon turned up at the rear of the car.The heart of the old man is also bumping, and a "earth dragon" is also turning up!After three o'clock in the afternoon, the old man finally came to Enguangtun, Anmin Town, and finally saw the "Dajiazi Mountain" he had been dreaming about!

After paying the fare, the old man couldn't wait to climb up the mountain. On the gentle green slope, the dazzling white spot rose rapidly and steadily.Gradually taller and smaller. "Bai Dianer" stopped at a nest in Dajiazi Mountain. The old man suppressed his beating heartbeat, turned around, looked around, raised his face, and narrowed his eyes to "adjust the line".The eyes flew over the river, the green land, and the familiar village of Enguangtun. For a while, it stopped at the top of the Big Langdonggou Mountain on the left, and for a while at the top of the Xiaolangdonggou Mountain on the right.The two peaks "point" to this small "Wowodou" respectively, and draw a triangle, an equilateral triangle, with the old man's line of sight, no, with the place where the old man is standing!The old man's eyes connected in the air like a pen.Three in a row, he had fun!Oh, this triangle is a coordinate!

The old man was excited: yes!right here!right here! The old man turned his head and saw the thick old tree, a tree called "stinky plum" by the locals, throbbing, and his pace quickened! The smelly plum tree is a wild fruit tree.In spring, the trees are full of white flowers, and the fragrance is scattered on Banpo.Summer knots thick leaves, and when the wind blows, the leaves rustle, and the eyes are looking forward to shine.However, once the overlapping eyelids are closed, she can hide several people in her deep arms!The humorous thing is that the autumn fruit is not huge—although the quantity is very large, it can be counted in millions, but it is a pity that all of them are "dwarfs" in the fruit, smaller than a small fingernail...

But for the old man, it is the best fruit in the world, and it is also a part of his life! The old man approached it slowly. Oh, there I see--the tomb in the bushes under the stinky plum tree! The bushes are half as tall as a man.The old man pushed aside the hazelwood stalks and the wormwood, and stopped in front of a grave that couldn't be more ordinary.The old man hesitated when the stone tablet from that year was gone.Suddenly, the old man threw his walking stick and picked himself up in front of the small gate built by three stone slabs in front of the grave.When he took out a slate and saw the "heart" pattern engraved on the slab, the old man trembled all over - the old man hugged the slate to his chest, and burst into tears!

The old man opened his backpack and took out a small black bag with a zipper.The old man gently opened the zipper and took out a red belt.Red wears densely packed with messy white "stitches".Below the belt, there is a dove embroidered with white thread.Pigeons come to life, flapping their wings and flying.The old man murmured, Xinghua, I see you are here! The old man first held the belt and bowed three times to the grave.Then, he raised his hands over the top to wear it, and knelt down slowly... This person is the 85-year-old Japanese man Inoue Kobayashi. In the grave, lies his Chinese lover...