In the morning light, I went for a run in the autumn sun. The blue morning glory bloomed happily. At night, the flowers had not yet closed their bowl mouths, like trumpets with curled edges. One is pink blue and the other is pink purple. The trumpets of two different colors seem to be blowing the Didi trumpet, blowing out the fragrance one after another. There have been countless nights when darkness fell, and the sweet fragrance of dinner flowers would always stop me in my tracks. Flowers that bloom at night are particularly fragrant. However, the flowers bloom at night and their fragrance lasts all night without the chirping of bees, butterflies and birds. What is that for?
When I came back from running, the night flower had closed the mouth of her beautiful bowl and turned into a slender pink and white hairpin. Soon it will become dry and withered.
Flowers that fall at night are flowers that fall during the day, in the best morning light. She missed the day and had an entire night.
When I was washing my hands, I saw fallen petals of the Asparagus petals on the ground. The color of the dried petals had turned brown. The Asparagus flowers bloomed in the morning light, blooming in all the bright orange colors under the sun. The most moist ones were glazed. The petals withered silently in the night. The flowers in the sky are turned towards the sun, and they have the whole sunny and noisy day, but miss the quiet night.
Flowers and flowers bloom and wither in the same way, and they bloom in my yard, but they choose to bloom and wither at very different times.
It was at this time that I heard a nursery rhyme by Kaneko Mirei
Flowers Falling at Night
Why does this poem by Kaneko Mirei only focus on the night? Where are the fallen flowers? Flowers wither at night and no one comes to accompany them. What difference does it make? The flowers wither in the morning light, and the sparrows fly with them. The petals wither and flutter in the wind. Don't you feel less desolate? Evening bells will sing for the flowers that fall in the warm wind. Especially the word "ye" in the two scenes, sparrows can also do it, and evening bells can also do it. So in addition to sparrows and evening bells, there are also many bees, butterflies and insects flying around, birds singing in the sunshine, and people talking happily. When we are withering, we are not lonely at all. Isn’t that a kind of luck?
However, in this poem by Kaneko Mirei, it is obvious that she feels sorry for the flowers that have fallen at night. Her sympathy and regret are obvious. Why?
And I feel that the flowers wither at night and quietly leave alone. They have bloomed and dazzled during the day, kissed the breeze, white dew and sunshine, and I am satisfied. Wouldn't it be great if it withered without disturbing others or attracting any attention?
Why does Kaneko Meiling feel so sympathetic to the flowers that fall at night?
I casually read the life of Kaneko Mirei:
The more I know about Kaneko Mirei's life experience, the more amazed she is that she wrote such a poem. Fans of Misuzu Kaneko say so.
In this way, how much she hopes that someone can comfort her and care about her.
When I saw her other two poems, "The Coat of Cicadas" and "Toward the Bright Side", I was really moved by her crystal clear heart, where innocence and sentimentality coexisted in her lonely heart.
In "Cicada's Coat", I can talk about cicada sheds, cicada clothes, and how the cicada clothes come from, but what I have lost is the most precious innocence and imagination.
[17 days of no-abstinence training camp]