The/book/begins/with/a/rap.
The/authorhimself/wrote/the/lyrics/actually,/but/itis/more/than/a/song.
It/is/the/premiere.
Then/there/went/the/very/first/lines/of/theintroduction.
“It/was/twelve/past/forty/five/on/the/second/day/of/November,/2008./Tokyo.
People/flocked/to/a/bistro/in/Ginza,
whichis/no/less/scandalous/than/the/East/End/ofNew/York/City/despite/the/yellow/bucks.
It/was/just/midday/but/who/made/those/party/animals/come/out/for/their/feast?
Well,/I/suppose/that/you/have/heard/of/Benioto/Hotaru.”
A/good/beginning/is/half/done./And/so/it/iswith/an/acceptable/novel.
When/I/got/to/the/subtitle/of/the/first/chapter/I/eagerly/wanted/to/move/on.
What/was/a/Nawa/Shyokunin?
How/could/Jin/Feng,
the/hero/and/also/the/NawaShyokunin/in/the/book,
manage/to/lead/his/lifewith/a/string?
This/book/has/awakened/my/memories:
visual/shocks/to/a/little/child/by/the/Virgin/Feast
and/pictures/from/Nemuli/NoMorino/Bijou/by/Kawabata/Yasinari.
The/author/is/more/like/a/magician,
without/whom/I/could/have/thrown/away/my/past.
“I/am/not/merely/telling/a/story.
I/am/showing/my/pains/and/gains
and/you/can—youmight/be/able/to/learn/something/through/my/book/in/your/own/ways.”
The/author/ushers/us/readers/into/a/brand/bizarre/world
but/under/the/surface/humanity/stands/still.
I/am/wondering/what/the/author/intends/to/covey/to/us:
the/fading/traditional/cultural/relics,/the/lost/generation/in/the/modern/society,
or/the/inevitable/trends/that/no/individual/can/fight/with?
Time/and/tide.
What/makes/this/planet?
I/do/not/know.
What/is/going/on?
I/do/not/know.
But/the/Nawa/strings/every/fragment/together—sparkling/ones/and/fainting/ones.
And/that/is/life.
Life/is/the/biggest/dealer.
It/dose/not/promise/anybody/anything.
注释：
NawaS