Note of Kozono
I have a small garden of 20 tsubo.
The garden is in the south of the house, and you can see the Ueno cedar outside the fence.
If the houses are sparsely built at the end of the field, the blue sky will spread out of the garden and you can see the birds going to the clouds.
When I first moved to this place, I saw the traces of opening bamboo bushes and the bare garden without grass and trees, and eventually I planted three Komatsu, the landlord, and turned them into a sword. It is often the case that the flowers of the four-wheeled palace are sought after by planting the rose seedlings that are given to the old man.
Following the army for a year, he went to Jinzhou and got sick on his way home. He spent an unexpected day in his hometown in Suma, and after half a year, when he got home, it was about the end of autumn.
The surface of the garden is far more rusty than last year, and one and two of the white chrysanthemums are in full bloom. When I think about the scenery quietly, I feel like I'm completely closed in my chest, and my life is empty. I was helped and returned home, and I was overwhelmed by this joy, and I was wondering if I could hum and tears.
It's hard to imagine that the ordinary Konohana and the narrow Konohana feel people so far.
I'm sick after this / \ I have no choice but to get out of the gate without adachi, and now Kozono is the top and bottom, and the flowers are not the only poetry.
Those who think that it is better to scrutinize the geometry or the prison window are not to be missed because there are ten steps of land and several kinds of fragrances.
In the year of the spring, the spring warmth is finally held, and the voice of the bird is heard. One day, I open the window of the illness and squeeze out near the edge to play with my eyes, which is hard to read. It moves in the palm of your hand and wakes up comfortably as it still invades the gap between the chilly wind and the sick clothes.
This is also the color of autumn, which is more like the color of autumn, with the green of the shavings of Hagi and Hagi.
From midday to falling on the tree of the Yukage vertebrate, I often spend the day as a depression as if I was working like a drunkard without seeing anything.
Until now, I was suffering from illness and chills, and I thought that I should grow up healthy with the buds of Hagi from here like a child who was given a new life at this time.
When I see the yellow butterflies flying over and grabbing flowers on the fence, my soul begins to move, asks for flowers together, searches for incense, and perches on the buds of objects and wonders if it will rest for a while. Over the low cedar fence, go around the garden next door, dance again and flutter on the pine treetops / \ flutter on the water bowl / \ Blow in the wind and hide in the roof of the other side When it hangs down, I am stunned and lose myself.
If you keep in mind, you will feel the heat in your body, and you will feel comfortable and quietly enter inside. If you wear a futon, you will not have a dream or a phantom. I'm crazy.
Hundreds of butterflies flock to play with madness / \ If you look at them, they are all children of a small god.
As the sound of music echoes in the sky, they jump up and fly, but I'm afraid and the thorny crabs aren't shining. Wet the undershirt and the heat rose to 39 degrees.
Gen / \ It's too full of flowers, and when it's in the sky of a bird, it's a red rose, a white rose, and a kanbashi color that shouldn't be seen. The highlight of our garden is the true Hagi awn. should be.
This year, Hagi is stronger than last year, and it doesn't look reliable because it is infested with the first branches of summer.
To the color of the leaves, it is green and dark, not like the yellowish color of last year.
On a clear day, I set up a chair by the side of it, and when I was struck by a person, I finally arrived at the chair, and when I was distracted, I never picked up the small worms that had attached to the buds of the hagi. ..
The phlox drummondii became fruit, and the morning glory became less flowery, and I had been waiting since the end of August, and Hagi started to collapse one by one.
I broke my finger to the joy of just taking off, and the next day was four, the next day was eight, and on the tenth day, I thought that it would be a thousand.
In the morning when I tie up my uneasy dreams, when I wake up from sleep in the sun, I hear something in the garden.
I crawl out without any thought and ask what.
Most of the branches of the hagi that have grown thick until now have been broken.
There is no wondering how to crush my chest.