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1、北海道绿 绿资的北海道蛋糕 After his brother died, Hitoshi Watanabe quit his job and decided to walk to the hot spring waterfall at the end of the world. His friends told him he was crazy. “Youre fifty-three years old. Youre not going to get another job.” “My brother died of 2)overwork,”Hitoshi answered. “I dont

2、 want that to happen to me.” He packed a bag with a few clothes, a sleeping bag, his camera equipment, and his fathers photo album and set out on foot from 3)Osaka. After two months he reached the edge of 4)Honsh and took a ferry to Hokkaido. He continued walking towards 5)Shiretoko, the peninsula i

3、n the islands northeast. It was summer, and he filled his cameras memory cards with photos of green meadows and fields of 6)lavender. Shiretokos original inhabitants, the 7)Ainu, had referred to the peninsula as the end of the world. Hitoshis father had told him it was where secrets went to hide. Hi

4、toshi had always wanted to visit, but the demands of work meant he had never managed to find the time. When he finally reached the national park, he waited until dark and then walked down the path leading through the woods to the hot spring waterfall. The park was closed for the day, but it was easy

5、 to bypass the gate. His flashlight illuminated a sign hanging from a rope stretched across the trail: “Closed due to bear sightings.” Did bears come out at night? Still, he had come this far. He slipped under the rope and continued down the path. The sound of running water came from ahead. The trai

6、l emerged from the woods and he looked up at the side of a rocky hill. A narrow waterfall 8)trickled down the side of the rock, splashing into a pool of water. His father claimed the water here was the most amazing color hed ever seena vivid blue-green hed 9)dubbed Hokkaido green. The water looked 1

7、0)inviting, but since it was dark, it was hard to judge the color. He undressed and stepped into the pool. The water was warm and he let its 11)soothing touch wash over his body. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the moonlight. He hardly recognized this gray-haired 12)salaryman who peered bac

8、k at him, a 13)cubicle 14)samurai who had devoted his life to 15)doing the bidding of his corporate 16)overlords. A cluster of 17)specks of light appeared near the edge of the woods. Had the park 18)rangers noticed his presence? A brown bear entered the clearing. It walked upright and carried an old

9、-fashioned miners lantern filled with fireflies. It 19)waddled towards the pool, looking less like a 20)predator than like an elderly 21)sumo wrestler 22)tottering uncertainly towards a 23)bout with a 24)reigning champion. It stopped near the edge of the pool and 25)bowed. It would have been impolit

10、e not to return the gesture, so Hitoshi stood up and bowed as well. The bear stooped down and put the lantern on the ground. It fumbled with the straps on Hitoshis pack and started 26)rummaging through the contents. “I have some tinned tuna,” Hitoshi said. The bear ignored him and continued to searc

11、h through the pack. It took out his cell phone and tapped 27)awkwardly on the screen. It walked to the edge of the pool and held out the phone. Hitoshi leaned closer to see the screen. The bear had written a message in 28)hiragana. Hello. “Hello,” he said uncertainly. Sorry I use hiragana. I never s

12、tudy 29)kanji. “Thats okay. Can you talk?” Bears cant talk. The bear put the phone to the side and eased itself into the hot spring. The bear had dark eyes, and its 30)scraggly brown fur was 31)dotted with patches of gray. The two of them sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Then the bear leaned

13、over the edge of the hot spring and grasped the phone. How can I help? it wrote. “What do you mean?” You look for secret? “How do you know that?” Hitoshi asked. The bear tapped its nose. You smell like man looking for secret. Hitoshi took a moment to 32)compose his thoughts.“When I was a boy I used

14、to listen to my parents talk with customers in their 33)ramen restaurant. We lived in a small town and most of my friends were expected to take over their family businesses.” Hitoshis father had been a giant of a man with 34)bushy eyebrows and 35)shaggy hair. “Ill be happy if you work in the restaur

15、ant after you graduate from high school,” he had said to Hitoshi and his brother. “But I dont expect it. Youre both smart boys. If you want to get a job in the city, that will make me proud too.” Hitoshi glanced across at the bear. It seemed to be listening intently. “My brother and I moved to Osaka

16、 for university. We both got jobs with big companies. I developed image processing software for a camera manufacturer. Two years ago my father called me.” Hitoshis mother had died a year earlier and his father had sounded old and tired. “Id like you to come and visit, Hitoshi. I want to teach you ho

17、w to cook 36)tonkotsu ramen. Its my best dish.” “Im sorry, but things are really busy at work. We have a new camera due to start production next month.” “Its good to work hard, Hitoshi. Your mother and I always worked hard at the restaurant. But every once in a while if the weather was nice, wed clo

18、se the restaurant. Your mother would go for a bicycle ride and I would go fishing.” “I have an important job, Father. My colleagues depend on me. Ill be home next month for New Years.” Hitoshi was going to say goodbye, but his father cleared his throat. “Have you started making black and white camer

19、as yet?” Hitoshi sighed. His father had been a talented photographer but refused to use anything except black and white film. “Ive told you before,” Hitoshi said. “Cameras are digital now. You can change the settings so the photos are color or black and white.” “Colors are like dreams,” his father r

20、eplied.“If you try and reproduce them, youll only be disappointed.” Hitoshi looked across at the bear. “My father died a week later.” Sorry. “My brother died this year. I dont have any family left now.” He 37)scooped up some of the water and let it run through his fingers. “I want to know my parents

21、 recipe for tonkotsu ramen,” he said. Restaurant is hard work. “I know, but Ill be the boss. If I want to close the restaurant for a day, I can.” Good for customers? “My parents tonkotsu ramen was the best. People used to come from other towns just to eat it. Can you find the secret of how to make i

22、t?”I can sniff out secret. But you give me something. “What?” The bear didnt answer. “The tuna?” Hitoshi asked. The bear shook its head. Photos. “My fathers photo album?” Not just album. All photos. You wont be able to take any more photos. “What do you mean? Cameras no longer work for you. Photos a

23、nd memories were all he had left of his family. “Why do you want my photos?” Every action creates opportunities. Every action limits your choices. Hitoshi waited for the bear to explain more, but it had stopped writing. “Is there anything else I can give you?” The bear shook its head. “I dont mean t

24、o be rude, but I hope youre not going to tell me that to find the secret I have to look within myself or something like that. Id prefer something more practical. Like the exact recipe.” The bear nodded. Hitoshi stepped out of the pool and dried himself. He took out the photo album. “Is it all right

25、if I have one last look?” Of course. He took his time and savored each of the photos. His fathers photos from Hokkaido. His mother on her bicycle holding a rose in her teeth. His brother at his high school graduation ceremony. A photo of himself when he was six years old and ready to 38)take on the

26、world. And his favorite photo above all: his family standing together in front of their restaurant. After his father died, the restaurant had been turned into a convenience store. He handed the album to the bear. When he returned to Osaka, all of his photos were gone. He tried using different camera

27、s, but the screens went blank whenever he tried to take a photo. He followed the recipe the bear had given him. The noodles were even better than he remembered. He used the last of his savings to open a small restaurant opposite the train station near his apartment. He was surprised to find how much

28、 he enjoyed cooking. Ingredients were like colors. Depending on how you mixed them, you could produce 39)subtly different results. Word spread about his ramen, and the restaurant was always busy. A cooking show sent a reporter to cover the restaurant that people claimed made the best ramen in all of

29、 Osaka. After that, there was always a line of waiting customers. But sometimes when the sky was the right shade of blue, Hitoshi hung a sign on the restaurants door: “Closed due to bear sightings.” He sat by the edge of the river and thought about his family. But he couldnt remember the sound of hi

30、s brothers voice, the lines of his mothers face, or the color of his fathers eyes. 他兄弟去世后，渡边仁志就辞了职，确定徒步到世界终点的温泉瀑布。他的挚友们说他疯了，“你五十三岁了，你不会再找得到另一份工作了。”“我兄弟因为过度操劳而死，”仁志回答说，“我不希望这样的事发生在我身上。” 他将几件衣服、一个睡袋、照相器材和父亲的相册装进一个包里，然后从大阪步行动身了。两个月后他到达了本州岛的边界，然后乘坐渡船到北海道。他接着走向知床，这个位于北海道岛东北部的半岛。当时正值夏天，他拍了很多绿色草地和薰衣草田的照片，填

31、满了照相机的内存卡。知床的原住民阿伊努人把这个半岛看作是世界的终点。仁志的父亲曾经告知他，隐私就藏在这里。仁志始终想来看看，但碍于工作须要，他从未能抽出时间。 当他最终到达国家公园时，他待到天黑，然后沿着那条穿过树林的小路走向温泉瀑布。公园已经关门了，但绕过大门进入还是很简单的。他的手电筒照亮了横拉过小径的一条绳子上挂着的一个指示牌：“熊只出没，此处关闭。”晚上会有熊出来吗？再说，他已经走了这么远了。他从绳子下面溜了过去，接着沿着那条路走。 奔流的水声从前面传来。小径从树林中钻了出去，他抬头看向一座石山的侧面。一道窄小的瀑布从岩石的边缘流淌而下，溅入一个水池。他父亲声称这里的水有着他见过的最惊

32、艳的颜色一种他称之为北海道绿的艳丽蓝绿色。这水看起来很迷人，但因为夜色深厚，难以推断其颜色。他脱下衣服，迈入池中。水是暖的，他让那舒缓的抚触浸漫身上。月光下，他瞥见自己在池中的倒影。他几乎认不出这个回望着他的花白头发的工薪族，一个终其一生遵照公司领导的叮嘱做事的办公室武士。 一簇星星点点的光亮出现在离树林边缘不远的地方。公园巡逻员发觉他了？一头棕熊走进了这块空地。它直立行走，提着一个装有萤火虫的老式矿工提灯。它一摇一摆地走向水池，看起来不像是要捕食，而更像是一个年老的相扑选手蹒跚地走向和卫冕冠军的一场较量。它在水池边旁边停下，然后弯腰鞠躬。 不回礼是不礼貌的，所以仁志站起来，也鞠了躬。熊弯下身

33、来，把灯笼放在地上。它笨手笨脚地摸索仁志背包上的带子，然后起先翻找里面的东西。“我有一些罐装金枪鱼，”仁志说。熊没理他，接着在背包里搜寻。它拿出他的手机，笨拙地在屏幕上轻轻敲打。它走到水池边上，把手机递过来。 仁志倾身靠近去看屏幕。 熊用平假名写了一条信息：你好。 “你好，”他迟疑地说。 愧疚我用平假名，我从没学过日文汉字。 “没关系，你会说话吗？” 熊不会说话。熊将手机放到一边，然后悠然地泡进温泉。 这头熊有一双黑色的眼睛，它蓬乱的棕色皮毛上点缀着灰色斑点。他们两个静静地坐了几分钟。然后熊俯身靠到温泉边沿，拿起手机。我能帮什么忙吗？它写道。 “你的意思是？” 你在找寻隐私？ “你怎么知道的？

34、”仁志问。 熊指了指自己的鼻子。你闻起来像是在找寻隐私的人。 仁志想了一会儿，理清自己的思绪。“在我还是一个男孩时，我经常听我父母在他们的拉面馆里跟顾客谈话。我们住在一个小镇上，我的大部分挚友的家人都期望他们接手家族生意。”仁志的父亲身材高大，长着浓密的眉毛和粗乱的头发。“假如你们中学毕业后到拉面馆工作我会很兴奋的，”他曾对仁志和他兄弟说，“但我并不要求你们这么做。你们两个都很聪慧。假如你们想在城里找份工作，我也会很骄傲。” 仁志匆忙看了熊一眼，它似乎在用心地听。“我兄弟和我到大阪上高校。我们两个都在大公司找到了工作。我为一家照相机生产商开发图像处理软件。两年前我父亲打电话给我。”仁志的母亲一

35、年前去世了，他父亲听上去苍老而乏累。“我希望你回来看看，仁志。我想教你做豚骨拉面，那是我的拿手菜。” “对不起，但是工作实在很忙。我们有一款新的照相机预料下个月起先生产。” “努力工作很好，仁志。你母亲和我总是在拉面馆努力工作。但每隔一段时间，假如天气不错，我们会休息一天。你母亲会去骑自行车，而我则会去钓鱼。” “我有一份很重要的工作，父亲。我的同事们都希望我。我下个月会回家过新年。”仁志刚要说再见，可是他父亲清了清嗓子，说：“你们起先制作黑白照相机了吗？” 仁志叹了口气。他父亲是个有才华的摄影师，但除了黑白胶卷照相机外拒绝运用其他任何东西。“我以前跟你说过，”仁志说，“现在都用数码照相机了。

36、你可以更改设置，把照片设成彩色或者黑白。” “色调像梦，”他父亲回答说，“假如你试着重现它们，你只会悲观。” 仁志看向熊：“我父亲一周后去世了。” 很缺憾。 “我兄弟今年去世了。我现在没有家人了。”他掬起一些水，让它流过他的指间。“我想知道我父母做豚骨拉面的食谱，”他说。 开拉面馆很辛苦的。 “我知道，但我是老板。假如我想让拉面馆关门一天，我就可以关。” 顾客这方面行吗？ “我父母的豚骨拉面是最棒的。人们以前经常特地从其他城镇过来吃这个面。你能找到如何制作的隐私吗？” 我能闻出隐私。但你要给我些东西。 “什么？” 熊没有回答。 “金枪鱼？”仁志问。 熊摇摇头。照片。 “我父亲的相册？” 不仅仅

37、是相册。全部的照片。你不能够再拍照了。 “什么意思？” 你再也用不了照相机了。 照片和回忆是他仅留的与家人有关的一切。“你为什么想要我的照片？” 行动创建机会，行动限制你的选择。仁志等着熊再说明多一些，但它停下来不写了。 “我可以给你其他东西吗？” 熊摇摇头。 “我不是有意冒犯，但我希望你不要告知我，要找到这个隐私我必需谛视自我或类似那样的东西。我更喜爱比较实际的东西，比如准确的食谱。” 熊点了点头。 仁志走出水池，擦干身体。他取出相册。“我再看最终一次可以吗？” 当然。 他渐渐地观赏每一张照片。他父亲在北海道的照片；他母亲骑着自行车，用牙衔着一支玫瑰；他兄弟在中学毕业典礼上；一张他自己的照片

38、，那时他六岁，已打算好要折服这个世界；以及全部照片中他最喜爱的那张：他们一家人一起站在拉面馆前面。他父亲去世后，拉面馆已被改成一家便利店。他把相册递给熊。 当他返回到大阪时，他全部的照片都没了。他尝试用不同的照相机，但是当他想要拍照片时，屏幕就变成一片空白。 他根据熊给他的食谱，做出的面条甚至比他所记得的还要好。他用他最终的积蓄在火车站对面、他的公寓旁边开了一家小拉面馆。他很惊异地发觉自己是多么喜爱烹饪。食材如颜色，视你把其混合在一起的方式，你可以创建出各种有微妙差别的成果。 关于他的拉面的消息传开了，拉面馆客似云来。一个烹饪节目派了一名记者来报导这家人们声称做出了全大阪最好吃的拉面的餐馆。在那之后，总是有排队等候的顾客。但有时在天蓝得宜人时，仁志会在餐馆门上挂一个牌子：“熊只出没，此处关闭。” 他坐在河畔，惦念他的家人。然而他记不起他兄弟的声音语调、他母亲的面部轮廓以及他父亲眼睛的颜色。