Chapter 17 third quarter

Rereading the diary from two days ago made me miss my mother so much for some reason. She was very beautiful, it's a pity that all the pictures were burned.The shamisen picks, photos, and furniture that my mother cherished were all buried in the fire pit with her.That pick should actually be left to me.From a long time ago, it was passed down from generation to generation by the women in the family, from daughter to daughter. Could it be that the story of the dial was made up by the mother? My mother often told me bedside stories.It is said that our ancestors were beautiful masters of the famous shamisen in Osaka.One day, she gave birth to a boy.The details are unknown, but the child was sent to the remote island of Kyushu while he was still in his infancy.My mother mentioned that it happened in the second year of Honghua (1845), so it has been more than a hundred years ago, and the boy is my great-great-great-grandfather.When he was raised, the boy held the shamisen pick in his hand.

really? It's a touching story, and I hope it's true if I can. Just now, S sneezed across the kotatsu table.No matter what he does, S always smiles immediately.Whenever I see his smile, I can't help being happy. S's smile has such power, if he sees his own smile, will he be happy too? Just now, S talked about "tomorrow will be freezing cold".I helped him peel the oranges at a loss, and asked questions. It turned out that it was Zuo Yichang.Unexpectedly, S frowned and asked, "What is Zuo Yichang?" On the day of the Lantern Festival, go to the shrine to burn the ornaments and mascots of the first month, which is called "Zuo Yichang" in Tokyo.I know that some places call it "Shaosuide", but this is the first time I have heard of "Dongduya".

This area seems to be so commonly known. However, regardless of the title, it is held on the fifteenth Lantern Festival, and tomorrow is only seven days old. When I said this, S then explained that the frozen capital date in Kyushu Island is different from that in other places, and most of them are earlier than 7 days.Then, he smiled again and continued: "You and I held hands when we were kids and went with each other's parents." Unfortunately, I have no impression. Living on this land is my childhood.Could it be that the life in Tokyo is like cold and tasteless water, washing away the simple memories in my heart?

"I want to participate in tomorrow's Dongdu Press." I said.Spitting out unfamiliar words made my stomach itch, but for some reason, my heart felt warm like drinking hot tea. So, S told me the location of the shrine where Dongtoya is held.I thought it was around, but the instructions for S were unexpectedly lengthy.According to my pace, the round trip may take more than an hour.I was afraid that I would not be able to remember the way, so I asked S to tell the story again from the beginning, and I drew a map on the back of the diary while listening.These graffiti will become our memories in the future.