When I was a child . n rice-fields andthree or four miles in a lonely mountain. SoonI met with such a strong tempest. The rain wasfalling just like a tigers skin, and the white splashof it rose high on the fields. The wind was blowingand whistling against my ear. The clay road wasawfully slippery. I saw thunderbolts behind mefirst, and in front later on. I was rather frightenedwhen I saw a valley streamlet was so angrily dashingagainst the bridge poles, and the bridge itself wasshaking so hard, as if it might be floated everysecond. It was not at all easy journey for my kimonos and myse
When I was a child . n rice-fields andthree or four miles in a lonely mountain. SoonI met with such a strong tempest. The rain wasfalling just like a tigers skin, and the white splashof it rose high on the fields. The wind was blowingand whistling against my ear. The clay road wasawfully slippery. I saw thunderbolts behind mefirst, and in front later on. I was rather frightenedwhen I saw a valley streamlet was so angrily dashingagainst the bridge poles, and the bridge itself wasshaking so hard, as if it might be floated everysecond. It was not at all easy journey for my kimonos and myself together were quitewet through. The weather cleared up in aboutthirty or forty minutes, and a clear moon appearedbetween the dark clouds. I was so happy, but mypoor kimonos did not dry at all, and it was awfullyuncomfortable. I arrived at my fathers place 70 WHEN I WAS A CHILD early next morning. My sister was just told them it was quite hopeless for me to staywith those people any longer. My father nodded. I MET WITH SUCH A STRONG TEMPEST and said, I know that, I know that. So nevermind. My sister brought me a warm kimono and caressedme. Next day I had a very high fever, and theyall were very sorry. My father sent my brother / BECOME AN ADOPTED SON 71 immediately to those people to inform them Ihad run away, and that now I was with knew there were some troubles among them,but at last they came to the conclusion to put offall this matter until I grew up a little older. However, to avoid all sorts of trouble, I was sentto my old Art and Poetry teacher. There I stayedfor a month or two. This time to his disappoint-ment I did not study the Chinese poetries anymore, but I was only struggling with that magazineof English Self-Taught. Looking at this, my teachermade a poetry in which he expressed his sorrowthat I should give up my classical study and gointo the foreign language, which was so little usefor me ! So little use for me ? I said in my heart. The English le
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