Seasonal season

April [-]nd.Tokyo.Kitanomaru Park.

It is the best season for viewing cherry blossoms, and Chidorigafuchi Avenue is full of people who come to enjoy the flowers.There are women in kimonos, elementary school students on an outing, old couples walking arm in arm and talking in low voices, and you can meet anytime and anywhere, pairs of young lovers with intimate behavior and people from Tour groups from all over the world, holding a triangular tourist flag, followed behind the tour guide in a row...

Song Wenxi rested his hands on the railing and looked ahead.Sunlight leaked through the shadows of the flowers, and he squinted slightly, the light flashing colorful hues on his eyelashes.The wind is clear and the air is refreshing. Looking from here, you can see the vigorous flowers on both sides of the river bank.The petals like pink clouds reflect on the water surface, and the shadows of the flowers linger in two directions, interlacing with each other.

"Yan" may not be suitable for describing cherry blossoms.But in the face of tender eyes, and the indistinguishable boundary between inside and outside of the painting, even though he was born in the Chinese department, he is still dealing with words, and he still finds it difficult to describe it with appropriate words.Facing a dreamy scene is like facing a person you like, even if your heart is surging and you are in a state of confusion, your words will always fail to express your meaning, and you will stop talking (in fact, you are running out of words... and you still want to think so grandiosely).

Just when he was concentrating on enjoying the scenery, he didn't realize that he had become a scene in someone else's camera.It's just that the person who incorporated it into the landscape didn't notice it beforehand.

The ancient cherry tree has strong branches and stretches.Groups of intoxicating pink are intertwined in the sky above the heads of tourists.A breeze blows, and the petals fall like rain, which is too beautiful to bear to look at.

A few petals fell on her shoulders, Wenxi didn't notice it, she was still watching the cruise ship on the river pass under the shade of the flowers...

Not far behind him on the right, there is a young man squatting on the ground, aiming the camera lens at an old couple sitting under the ancient cherry tree behind Wenxi.The young man was in his twenties, wearing a light-colored denim short jacket, with the open front revealing a white cotton T-shirt, and a pair of frayed white ripped jeans underneath.

With a slight clicking sound as the frame was cut, he lowered the camera, revealing the masked face completely.The complexion is not very fair, but the facial features are three-dimensional, the eyebrows are straight, and there is a sassy air.Probably satisfied with the shooting effect, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a trace of white teeth.This smile instantly made the whole face glow with brilliance.

In the newly taken photo, there is a young man in the corner looking away.He smiled and didn't care.Although I think the picture of the elderly couple sitting under the cherry tree talking is very warm, but I don't think this young man has ruined the composition he expected, so I don't plan to retake one.

He is not a professional photographer, he only likes to take photos of what he sees and hears along the way, and he does not deliberately pursue the theme of the photos.What's more, the sea of ​​people is vast, and everyone is a passer-by on the road of others.In reality, we are always passing by other people's lives frequently, why not allow unexpected people to appear in photos?

Stepping on the fallen petals, Song Wenxi walked on Qiandoriyuan Avenue, wandering leisurely.The crowd was crowded, the voices were noisy, and the ringtone could not be heard. Only when the phone trembled in the pocket, did I know it was a call.

Just as he was about to open the screen, someone bumped into his left shoulder suddenly, causing him to stagger, and almost lost his grip on the phone.

If the phone was broken at this time, those colleagues who can only eat and wander around will definitely not come to him all over the world.In this big Tokyo, I don’t know the place of life well. I have no contact, no sister-in-law tour guide, and I am alone and unaccompanied. How do I go back to the hotel?

Speaking of the tour guide sister, who wouldn't want to go on a tour with a large group of people, and insist on wandering in this strange place alone?

Fortunately, when the phone was about to come loose, he grabbed it firmly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, expecting to hear an apology.But when he stood up straight and looked around blankly, he didn't see the perpetrator who was waiting in front of him to apologize, nor did he hear all kinds of "sorry" from the crowd like a stream of people, in Chinese, English, Japanese, and he didn't understand the language. Yes, not at all.

He cursed and pressed the green answer button.Hu Ruoyan's crisp voice came: "Editor Song, where are you? We've all arrived at the gate, let's go eat right away, hurry up!"

Song Wenxi is the editor of a magazine called "Life".The so-called editor, due to the current pressure of survival of the paper media, this title is not so much a job, but a comprehensive job.The editing and editing are integrated, and the reporter and editor are responsible for it alone. They write by themselves and find faults by themselves, and the construction supervisor shoulders the responsibility.Colleagues usually call each other "a certain editor". Except for the editor-in-chief, everyone is about the same worth, and they all live in the wind and rain.

But then again, although it can't compete with those big magazines, "Life" can be regarded as the mainstream media in the small city where he lives.Due to geographical restrictions, the sales of magazines are always the same as the size of the city where they are located, not too much, not too little, so the work pressure is not so great.

Apart from editing and publishing manuscripts on time, holding meetings, and pulling advertising business, there are no high-end and in-depth major events, and the editors live a relatively comfortable life.Occasionally, the owners invite them out to play, which is called "collecting the wind", but in fact, the other party pays to get a group of editors and leaders out to wander.The location of the interview was in Tokyo, and the content of the interview was about eating, drinking and having fun. To say that the name of his magazine is really impeccable, even with such a big extra event, it still fits the theme of the magazine quite appropriately.Eat, drink and play, isn't it just a living life!

The young man with a camera just watched the cherry blossoms left and right all the way, and only slowly came back to his senses after bumping into someone.Looking back, no one asked him to argue, so he shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk forward with the camera...

The author has something to say:

After the operation, I feel refreshed and come to write this article.Suffering from the fact that the buttocks are still unstable, I can only lean on the corner of the chair and slowly change.It was also my own fault. I originally wanted to find a suitable title for the book and post it as a nympho, but I didn't expect that many unexpected things messed up my position after the year.If you drag it on, you can't wait for the yellow leaves to fall before opening it?I heard that anesthetics have an effect on people's intelligence, so if this hasty article is ridiculous, please forgive me, everyone, just listen to Chunlei and cover your mouth.Drift away unkindly...