It's early summer now. I picked some days and chose them on the map. In the blink of an eye, I still arrived at Toyooka.
Over the past few years, the cultural atmosphere of "Hejian" here has been like mist drifting inadvertently, like occasionally forgetting to check the weather forecast and being surrounded by drizzle unknowingly after going out. It is soft and subtle, and every once in a while, it comes. Will pull me here.
Every time I am in the mood of exploration, witnessing the vivid and vibrant stories that have happened and are happening again in this land.
The story is very ordinary and can be seen everywhere on the street, but it is different and surprising everywhere.
I decided to fill my stomach first, so I walked into a restaurant that looked like it had a long history.
The owner of the store made a plate of eel donburi for me with skillful techniques. The unique fragrance seemed to bring memories of the ancient city, and it seemed to bring out some physical feelings from the last visit, which were warm and calm.
Walking out of the restaurant, I was attracted by the sunshine on the corner of the street. There was a small teahouse hidden under the old willow tree.
In my opinion, as long as I am in Toyooka, the willow tree seems to connect everyone. They have the same roots with each other, and I understand that no matter how the river of time flows, we are together.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl gently tugging at the hem of her skirt, busy preparing fresh tea leaves.
Quietly watching the rising heat, it is a kind of tea that can only be tasted here. When the hot water is poured into the tea cup, I seem to see the figure of tea leaves dancing in the mountains.
My vision slowly rose with a little mist, and I couldn't help but wander with the wind. Soon, the hot spring street of Kinosaki in the distance came into view.
The soup houses here are all made of wood, simple and unsophisticated. Every drop of hot spring seems to have a story.
Immersed in it, I felt the flow of time, which was thousands of years of wind, rain, frost, and snow.
The evening breeze blew slightly, and I was enjoying a bowl of fresh buckwheat noodles in a small shop by the river. Every noodle made by the shop owner carries his passion and persistence.
In Toyooka, I found a way to live in harmony with myself, I discovered the simplicity and beauty in life, and I experienced the spirit of harmonious coexistence between man and nature.
This is not only a trip, but also an in-depth reflection on oneself and life. The "Hejian" culture here is not only a superficial presentation, but also a deeply rooted life philosophy of this land and its people.
