Travel Notes | Hakone, like the wind

In my memory, the sky looks very low in summer and winter. In midsummer, the clouds are like sponges full of water, and the faint thunder rolling across the sky brings anxiety and uneasiness. The winter sky is like a solid showcase, with trapped birds unable to escape, so they can only chirp in panic.

The autumn sky is clean and clear. Looking out of the city's floor-to-ceiling windows, the buildings and streets look like light lacquerware, painted with the colors of dusk or dawn. The blue sky lies upside down, like a dry wooden box, exuding spicy fragrance.

Away from the city, Hakone is a great place to spend a weekend in autumn. "In late autumn, when I walked by the fish pond in Hakone, I saw vegetables grown by other people on the roadside. When I looked up, I saw the red leaves of the distant mountains. There are also Japanese-style old houses and convenience stores, which are too wonderful to describe. . " This is my junior’s description of Hakone.

"This kind of autumn is suitable for traveling. One persimmon can be eaten by two people. "

I think of my trip to Hakone with my mother two years ago, when Hakone was in the coldest season of winter. My mother said that she once saw snow when she was sixteen or seventeen years old, and it fell like goose feathers in the mountains. And the snow in Hakone also successfully put a sixteen or seventeen-year-old smile on my mother's face. So much so that when I visited Hakone again on an autumn afternoon, I immediately thought of my mother.

One regret of that trip was not being able to take her mother to see Mount Fuji. Later, she took a photo of Mount Fuji from a poster posted on the roadside. If only my mother could see Mount Fuji with her own eyes. I looked at the white peak of Mount Fuji outside the car window and thought.

Just a pity. Indicates more than one regret.

Take a boat ride across Lake Ashi. The most wonderful moment of a boat trip must be when you are about to dock.

I still remember the feeling of being on a cruise ship in Sognefjord, Norway, a year ago, and seeing the colorful towns slowly emerging from the clouds and mist in the fjord. The long journey of pushing the boat along with the current is coming to an end, and the reluctance in my heart about the sailing time is immediately washed away by the excitement of being able to open up a new territory after getting off the boat. During the journey, the moment of tranquility brought by transportation is that it becomes the silent space between closing your eyes and entering dreamland.

In the pattern of Lake Ashi, the water torii of Hakone Shrine is like a vermilion footnote.

Climbing up the steps from the torii gate on the shore of the lake, towering trees stand along the path, reminding me of the hills behind my school in high school. The trees on the back mountain are lush and green, remaining the same all year round, just like the memories themselves. I remember one time I went to the mountains with two friends. One of the girls stole foreign wine from home and brought it in a thermos. I took a sip and it tasted like I had been given a sip of paint. Another girl bought blue and pink cocktails in the supermarket. After drinking them, we tore off the notebook paper, wrote down our current wishes and stuffed them into the bottles, and then hid them in a severed head. Inside the animal statue.

Later we had a fight, and one of the girls went alone to take out the wishing bottle and returned the paper on which I wrote. It seems that if the three of us are not of the same mind, then these wishes will never be realized and there will be no meaning. Later on, we reconciled again and have been fine ever since. But we never went to the back of the school again.

Many things pass like this with time, the sun, moon and stars rise and set quietly. We are isolated from the outside world, trapped in the lonely corner of our hearts, unaware of the existence of day and night, and let the world disappear at the end of our memories.

The mountains, rivers and lakes of Hakone remind me of you when I was young.

Do you want to go back to that moonlit night? As we walked forward in the cold air of midnight, after one stop, a street lamp went out on the road. And you smiled and exhaled a string of white mist, making the future a kind of eternal faith, even if the cold and summer come and go, you can still enjoy it.

It's so beautiful to have you in my heart.