おかやま Okayama
幼い頃から転勤が多かったのですが、私が小学校６年生になる頃に岡山にようやく実家というものが出来ました。
それまでは母の実家がある、夏休みに遊びにいく場所でもありました。
そんな実家のまわりは田んぼが多く春には若い緑の稲たちが風に揺れ、夏にはカエルや虫の鳴き声が大きく響き、
秋には稲の絨毯が夕陽に照らされ輝き、冬は田を焼く匂いで寂しさを感じたりと四季をよく感じるところです。
上京してそんな風景がたまに恋しくなり、思い出すのです。
I was often transferred from one place to another since I was a child,
but I finally had a family home in Okayama when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school.
Until then, my mother's family lived there, and it was also a place where I would go to play during summer vacations.
In the spring, young green rice plants sway in the wind, and in the summer, frogs and insects chirp loudly,
In autumn, the carpet of rice shines in the evening sun, and in winter, the smell of burning rice fields makes me feel lonely.
Now that I have moved to Tokyo, I sometimes miss such scenery.