The hostess took them to the room and bowed politely goodbye, and after thanking Juanzi, she closed the grille door and changed into the kimono that had been prepared for them. The room is small, clean and tidy, the bedroom is Japanese-style, there is a tea table in the middle, and an ukiyo-e on the front wall depicts a Japanese woman before the Meiji Restoration, with a plump body, sitting on her knees, her kimono is loosely opened, and her white breasts hang down naturally. The bathroom and bedroom are separated by a sliding grille, and translucent camphor paper divides the room into two worlds.

"Let's take a hot bath and relax, it's too cold here. Kossan said slowly. "We're divorced, have you forgotten? Although this is Hokkaido, it is not a custom for a single man and woman to soak in a bathtub, we are Chinese after all!" Juanzi said teasingly, smiling faintly. "Okay, okay, then I'll have to enjoy it myself, and I'll go to see our dear Dan early tomorrow morning." Kosan said as he walked into the bathroom, closed the grille door, and slowly enveloped the bathroom with steam.

Juanzi is quite fond of the Japanese tea ceremony, and the proprietress knows this, and every time before they come, they prepare exquisite Japanese tea sets in the room and arrange them on the tea table very carefully. The clay stove for boiling water is charcoal-burning, but the water boiler Juanzi has never used his own. This is a sterling silver kettle that has followed her for many years, and the body of the pot is embossed with a red-crowned crane, and after a long time, the color of silver has turned gray-white, and Dan also looks more simple and vigorous.

Juanzi's tea ceremony is full of a sense of religion, lighting charcoal, boiling water, brewing tea, the technique is light and mellow, and then the tea bowl is turned leisurely, and the light and slow drink is very calm. While drinking, turn the tea bowl.

The glaze is dark and seems to have flowing clouds hidden in the middle, and the flowers are about to fall but there is a deep stream floating under it.

Juanzi looked stunned, and before she knew it, a pair of eyes had already reflected in the clear tea. The eyes in the teacup slowly moistened.

Juanzi and her family live in the village of Tsurui in Kushiro Marshland, and a large number of tourists come here to see the red-crowned cranes in winter. It is said that Hokkaido only had more than 30 red-crowned cranes more than half a century ago, this kind of migratory bird flew from Siberia to spend the winter, because of the lack of food, broke into the farmland of a local old woman, some red-crowned cranes will stay until spring before flying back to Russia, so that the old woman who should have started sowing seeds in spring is quite bored, so she keeps blasting away those cranes that spend the winter, and also complained to the local agriculture and forestry department, and has not solved the problem. Because this is a rare bird, the local forestry unit in order to protect them, again and again, to reason with the old woman, at the same time, the old woman Watanabe also began to establish friendship with these red-crowned cranes, and even took the initiative to donate their own piece of farmland that was originally a good harvest, specially reserved for the red-crowned cranes who came from Russia every winter, with the increase in the number of cranes, it has now become the "resident bird" of Hokkaido, and the "migratory crane" has become a "living crane". And the old woman named Watanabe also devoted herself to the care of red-crowned cranes. While the number and habitat of red-crowned cranes are decreasing around the world, the number of red-crowned cranes in Kushiro, Hokkaido, is increasing year by year, and winter is the best time for many Japanese and foreign tourists to see the cranes.

At around four o'clock in the morning the next day, Juanzi and Kosang drove to the nearby Otowa Bridge, which was a good place to watch cranes. At this time, it was not yet dawn, and there were already two local photographers on the bridge, who had already set up their cameras and waited for Dan to appear. Ke Sang greeted them warmly in fluent Japanese, and began to set up his own tripod, with Juanzi helping him with a flashlight.

In early winter, Hokkaido is still a little cold before dawn, and although Juanzi is wearing a thick down jacket, she still has to keep stomping her feet and moving her muscles and bones to keep warm. Kosan also clapped his palms excitedly, smiling childishly, though there was still no sign of Dan in front of him. "Dan didn't come out so quickly, hey, let's talk. Do you know why there are so many red-crowned cranes here?" Juanzi asked Ke Sang, her voice full of happiness. Of course I know, it was the credit of an old woman named Watanabe, who donated her farmland and fed Dan with her own harvest, and they established a deep friendship, and Dan was reluctant to leave, so he lived there for a long time, and then more and more Dan also flew in, and it became Dan's paradise, and they never flew to cold and distant Siberia again. The more he spoke, the more energetic he became, and he became more and more proud of his skill in handling things, and his voice grew louder and louder. After Ke Sang finished speaking, Juanzi sank for a moment and said, "But ......

"But what, don't bother with it. ”

"But wild birds can cultivate affection and keep them for a long time, and I can't keep a man I once loved with my love. Juanzi muttered to herself, although her voice was very low, but word by word, as if frozen in the cold air, while speaking, Juanzi silently stared at Ke Sang. Ke Sang, who was still impassioned just now, was speechless in an instant, and suddenly the two sides fell into a deep silence.

At this time, the sun slowly rose in the east, and the mist in front of me began to dissipate. At the beginning of the dawn, I can see some gray dots in the lake two or three hundred meters away from the lens, and there is a white expanse all around, Hokkaido has many geothermal resources, this area is a geothermal hot spring belt, and the streams will not all freeze in winter, leaving a warm hometown for the red-crowned cranes to inhabit in winter. The fog gradually lifted, and the sleeping cranes gradually woke up, as many as forty or fifty, flapping their wings from time to time, jumping in the mist. Whenever a crane jumps, I hear a shutter sound in my ears, and the clicking sound comes and goes, as if beating for Dan's dance, which is a tap in the wild.

I shot in the snow for about two hours until the fog cleared in the sun.

Turning around to the other side of the bridge, there were also a few cranes in the stream, one of the little cranes was playing alone in the water, watching her look at the stream and feel sorry for herself, a little shy, and a little naughty, like a beautiful girl.

At this time, there were snowflakes floating in the sky, and there was no fog before, and the cranes who had lost their sense of mystery had a different kind of charm, and the shelter was like a small stage, with the blue lake and sky as the background, and the cranes danced constantly on the snow, and they must not know that the audience was watching their every move through various "spears and cannons" three hundred meters away. In the distance, Dan seemed to feel the warmth of the sunrise, slowly soothing his wings in the mist.

"I heard that the love of the red-crowned crane is the most chaste and pure, and once a mate is chosen, it will never be abandoned for the rest of its life. One of them was unfortunate enough to go first, and the rest never went back to a mate, or went on a hunger strike. In contrast, human beings with thoughts, words and deeds have such a humble view of love. Although you don't need to be as persistent as the red-crowned crane and die, at least you can not give up after being selected. Juanzi's face faced the blue sky, and she opened her arms to embrace the flying snowflakes, and the voice seemed to come from the chanting in the sky.