I just came back from Japan and was in a good mood. I was busy preparing the visa materials for Japan a few days ago. I didn’t approve them until the day before I left. I left Beijing. Unfortunately, I could only stay in Japan for 4 days due to work reasons, which was relatively short. This time the route is to Osaka first, via Kyoto, Hakone and Hengbin to Tokyo. Japanese experts suggested that I take this most cost-effective route. I went to Mount Fuji and Ginza in Tokyo. I saw a street in Kabuki Hall and soaked in hot springs. Unfortunately, I could not bathe together. Mount Fuji is magical and beautiful. Appreciating it from different angles is really ever-changing! The night in Tokyo is really prosperous, and I feel that Beijing/Shanghai is still a little worse than Tokyo. I have not been used to bathing with many people in China. Even if I go to some luxurious bathrooms, I will never go down the pool. I am always afraid of being unclean. This time I came to Japan to realize their neatness and freshness everywhere. It seems that I have done as the Romans do. I have a real experience and feel very comfortable. My friends who went with me told me that it would be nice to soak in hot springs in the snow. In fact, I also want to experience the feeling of snow hot springs in Paradise Lost. The tour guide is a Japanese Chinese who has been in Japan for 20 years. I asked about hot springs: Can men and women bathe together now? He said: I can’t think of good things. Then he talked about his own experience: When he first came to Japan, he went to a hot spring with his uncle one day. Just after a while, I heard the voice of a Japanese woman. He said that the tone of the Japanese woman’s voice felt very pleasant. Then he came over to several women. Scared, he quickly dived himself into the water and secretly went to see the women. As a result, he saw several old women with two “rice bags” on their chests. He was disappointed. He also sighed and said that he had lost the gamble for a whole year that year. He is so talented. . . After going to Hengbin and passing through Haneda Airport, I really experienced the development and high modernization of transportation. The above is the airport, the bottom is the tunnel, the exit of the tunnel is the interchange, the nearby is the harbor, and there are huge oil tankers parked. The three-dimensional traffic by air, sea and land is fully reflected here. I feel a lot about going to Japan. Japan is really a country with a high level of modern civilization and a well-maintained traditional culture. Their spirit of doing things to the utmost has made me truly experience it this time. Lanshan, known as the most beautiful place in Japan, is often mentioned by Yasunari Kawabata in his works. Legend has it that Lanshan will have prosperous cherry blossoms in spring and maple red like flames in autumn. When I arrived, it was not the time when Lanshan had the richest scenery. It was a watery hill with verdant green eyes. Here, I feel like I have reached a familiar place again. The green hills on both sides are sandwiched with winding rivers, much like the Grand Canyon in western Zhejiang. Green trees are lush and luxuriant, which is a common scenery on the hills in the south of the Yangtze River. The people boating on the lake are as leisurely as those on the West Lake. The most surprising thing is a bamboo forest halfway up the mountain, just like returning to Yunxi Bamboo Trail. It’s just that the bamboo is higher and the middle path is narrower. I recall “Sleepless Flowers” and what triggered Yasunari Kawabata to think of Lanshan was the morning mist in the mountain, which was very similar to the color burned on the porcelain. Perhaps Kyoto and Hangzhou are similar cities, suitable to be confidante, not suitable for * *. Different from Jiangnan, the green trees are not cornices and pavilions, but red-painted shrines. The doors of the shrines are red axe-shaped pillars with lightning-shaped notes hanging on them. Inside the shrines are signs and wooden signs for people to bless. Seeking marriage, children and peace has its own region. I threw the 5-day dollar coin into the supply box. 5-day dollar is the same as fate in Japanese pronunciation. Then, shake the hemp rope and ring the copper bells on the left and right sides, fold your hands and recite your wishes silently. After blessing, clap your palm loudly. The little shrine I met had no obvious walls, Without majestic temples, Even I am a little confused that what is enshrined in it. It is only a small courtyard. There is also a pool in the courtyard. A bamboo canal draws water down from the pool above. There is a spoon beside it. Usually, when the water wheel rotates, it can scoop out the water and pour it on the ground. It is said that it is also a ceremony of begging for blessings. Down from Lanshan, it was slightly dark, and small shops on the roadside began to light up. A closer look revealed that they were very high-grade small hotels. Their ground floor was full of restaurants, with signs with beautiful calligraphy on them, and exquisite cooking models on display in the window. In the snow-white porcelain, green vegetables, white tofu and red fish are put together like a beautiful picture. Friends said that those are very high-grade Jinghuaishi cuisine, often tens of thousands of yen, even hundreds of thousands of yen. At the gate of the hotel stood a sign with respectfully written the names of visitors at night, some of whom were individuals and some of whom were companies. The facades of these small hotels are very simple. The decoration is either log or black wood. The small moving doors are gently closed, and the light of light is pale yellow inside. Some of them are still hung with small red lanterns in front of the doors. Next to them are meticulously trimmed flowers. The peace gives people a solemn feeling. After passing through a small courtyard, both sides of the gate were planted with trees of appropriate height and height. The door was tightly closed, but all the cars parked in the courtyard were Mercedes-Benz and Rolls-Royce. The streets were still quiet, with many tourists walking quietly. From time to time, women wearing kimonos (friends say bathrobes, kimonos are thicker in texture, more delicate in embroidery, and not suitable for wearing in summer) can be seen walking in front. They are wearing very thick makeup, their hair is very delicate, and they are clamped up layer by layer, I don’t know how many layers there are. The color of kimono is colorful, all of which are very flowery patterns. Some women still have big flowers on their sideburns, which look really beautiful. They shook the round fan, talked and laughed with each other in a very sweet voice (Japanese women’s voices are very sweet), and matched with the antique streets, making people slowly feel like walking in the ancient capital of Japan. The street lamps lit up, and the small shops on the street closed one after another. No noise could be heard. We sat down on the street to wait for the bus. Wooden stools on the roadside were covered with mats made of wood chips and mats embroidered with blue patterns. I was surprised to have such exquisite facilities in public places. If in China, the fate of these mats could be imagined. In this small street, everything is telling me its elegance. Its meticulous and carefully carved artificial beauty, like a delicate porcelain, has given up all natural attributes, but its beauty is breathtaking. Lanshan, where the lights were on, let me hear its breath. Like Hangzhou, it is also a city with soul.