The Story of the Sister Carrying a Doll

A little Japanese girl went to look for her mother in ancient times, lost her way and died on the way, her soul was attached to the doll she was carrying...

Then the doll fell into the hands of another little sister, the little sister took the doll to the yard to see the flowers, and suddenly heard the doll crying and calling for her mother. ......

Version 2

The "sister", whose original name was "Kitamura Tamakami," was the daughter of a general's wife. She was not a pretty girl since she was a child, and became even uglier as she grew older. As a result, her father never saw her, and Tamakami never had any feelings for him... Tamakami became more and more withdrawn from the world because she didn't want to be seen. Even her mother and sister were afraid to get close to her... because ugliness was considered a contagious plague. The only thing that kept Tamakami company was the doll that always had a smile on its face. No matter what time of the day or night, Tamakami always held it... Sadly, at the age of fifteen, when she was about to reach her prime, she hanged herself in her room out of a sense of self-pity and misanthropy... and because of Tamakami's closeness, no one would ever come into her room. It was not until the body's hair grew from waist to floor and her clothes turned from white to dark red that her mother found her... Her mother cried out in pain at the sight, and after dealing with the aftermath of the incident, her mother was unable to forget what had happened at the time, blaming everything on her own fault for favoring her second daughter. In this way, the mother also grief of the increasingly weak, and finally in their own 30 years old, melancholy and died Before leaving, still holding the doll, as if he thought he was going to follow his daughter to a piece of ......

Things in the mother and daughter's successive deaths under the gradual calm. But there was always a faint sound at night when the crows cawed...! "Mom! I'm really lonely"~ "Mom! Why don't you stay with me?" The place where the voice came from was the place where the mother and daughter hanged themselves. And the only thing in the house that belonged to them was the white-faced smiling doll!

To calm people's fears, the Shogun sent a sculptor to carve the doll's face into a cat's face (the cat is the mascot of Japan), but in order to stop it from making sounds (which was basically the Shogun's own fear born from his own guilt about his concubine's daughter), the Shogun ordered that no mouths be carved out of the cat's face. Thus, the doll was placed in the ministry's house for more than a hundred years...and just after the series of wars following the lockdown policy, the Kitamura family was massacred, and of course, everything was taken by force, and thus, the doll, which was an antique in the eyes of the foreigners, was sold all over the place...and the doll, which was sold as a commodity in some toy store a few years later, was brought back to her home by another girl.

One day, after dinner, she carried the doll on her back to the back garden to enjoy the cherry blossoms, and then she suddenly heard some laughter - some strange laughter. "Mom... Mom..." The girl began to feel something was wrong, and she looked back to see her doll crying for her mommy...". Although the doll has been publicized for nearly a hundred years, the story is still little known, and because of the doll's pleasing appearance, there are many forgeries, which have been circulating all over the world. But ordinary people collect the dolls just because of their pleasing appearance.

Version 3

Chen Zufen's Prose Appreciation

Series 5: People on the Road

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Sister carries a doll on her back

Walking to the garden to see the flowers

The doll cried and called for her mother

The birds in the trees laughed and laughed

I'm sure that those who are sharp-eyed will immediately notice that something is wrong with these lyrics.

That's right, since the protagonist of the story is carrying a doll on her back,

how could the doll be crying for her mommy?

After detailed reasoning, we finally got to the truth.

It turns out that this well-known, catchy rhyme

has a bleak and brutal story to tell.

First of all, it is clear from the aforementioned doubts that the "doll" carried by the "sister" in the story is not an ordinary doll,

and judging from the fact that he "cries" and "calls for his mother,"

I am afraid that this "doll" alludes to human babies.

Then, why is it necessary to use the term "doll" as a substitute in the first part of the story?

This has a deeper meaning, which we will explain in a moment.

Let's look at the last line of the song: "The birds in the trees are laughing."

Normal birds don't make calls like "ha."

And the only ones that do are those that have special calls or are able to mimic the sound of the song,

such as birds of prey, parrots, and crows.

Among them, the parrot is an exotic species (and still a conservation species),

the nuthatch, although it has been bred for a long time, is still not a common species in the wild,

only the crow, which is not only adaptable, but also has habitats all over the world,

is the most likely to be the bird that is the "ha-ha laugh" in the story.

And as for the crow, I'm sure we're all very familiar with the imagery it represents:

sadness, misfortune, evil, and death.

So, here we finally understand the intention of the lyricist in using the word 'doll'.

A doll, an object that does not move, a toy without a soul.

It doesn't move.

No soul.

In fact, what the author is trying to express is 'dead doll' ah!

And the second line of the lyrics, 'garden', also has a deeper meaning.

Sister carrying a doll on her back

Walked to the garden to see the flowers

Is it the 'sister' who wants to show the 'doll' the flowers here, or is it the 'sister' who wants to see them herself?

The answer is obviously the former,

If she wanted to see the flowers herself, there was no need to bring a dead doll with her.

So the "flowers" here are "flowers for the dead."

A garden full of such flowers

That's right, this is the "cemetery," the resting place of the dead.

I'm sure some of you will wonder why a doll that died in the first two lines

would come back to life and call for its mother in the third line.

It's simple, because the songwriter used a flashback here,

that is, the story of the song takes place in the correct order of 3→4→1→2.

The doll cries out for its mother as it is being killed,

The crows, witnessing the murder, caw from a tree,

and the murderer carries the doll's body on his back.

The doll is killed in the third line of the song,

The song's story is about the doll's death. The body of the doll was then carried by the murderer and

taken to the cemetery for burial.

It's really hard to imagine that the truth of this nursery rhyme could be so bloody and cruel,

However, what's even crueler is the reason why this incident happened.

Why would the murderer's "sister" want to bury the baby after killing it,

and why would the songwriter call the murderer his "sister"?

Funerals are special ceremonies that symbolize the remembrance of the deceased,

and an ordinary murderer would not miss the person he killed,

so the murderer may be related to the doll in some way.

Additionally, the word 'sister' has a number of connotations.

Firstly, it suggests that the killer is a woman.

Also, the word 'sister' is often used to describe a young, young (minor) female.

Furthermore, the word 'sister' is also often used to refer to sex workers (hotel ladies, etc.).

Seeing this, the answer is obvious.

But there is another question. If the lyricist just wanted to show the idea of "dead dolls",

why must he use "dolls" instead of iron dolls, wooden dolls, stone dolls, or just dead dolls?

The problem lies in the three words "doll."

Why is this doll a "doll?" ......

The truth of the matter, I'm afraid, is this:

There is a young woman who sells her body for a living,

and a long time ago, she received a foreign man,

who was a member of the family of a young man.

Perhaps she didn't remember the man very well,

just one of the many clients she had received.

But the woman became pregnant,

After ten months of hard work, she gave birth to a small blonde baby,

"It's a bastard son of a bitch ......"

The woman knew in her heart,

not to mention the fact that she was far too young or the hardships of raising a child as a woman of the world,

and she knew in her heart,

that she was too young or a woman of the world,

and that the woman's heart was too young.

The child's appearance alone would cause society to ostracize him in every way possible.

The social mores of the time were still conservative and repressive,

this child would have been discriminated against, ostracized, and miserable for the rest of his life.

As a mother, she could not bear to see her own child suffer,

But it was still her own child. ......

The woman hesitated for a long, long time, the child had grown up to an age where he could learn to speak,

"No, it won't work like this! It's time to end this. ......"

So, on a dark and windy night,

the woman took the child to the middle of nowhere,

and rows of night crows shrank back on their wings and stared in silence at the mother and child.

The woman set the child down, and proceeded to strangle his weak neck with both hands in a frenzy.

The child writhed and cried out in agony, crying out for his murderer, who was killing him with his own hands.

"Mama! Mom! Mommy! Mommy! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom, mom ...... mom ......"

The cries gradually ceased, and what also gradually faded was the sound of the child's breathing and heartbeat,

The mournful wail of the crows pierced the ears in the silent darkness of the night, and the faint, but without a moment's cessation,

The sound of dripping water falling from the woman's eyes to the child's cheek was so clear.

......

The woman carried the child's cold, no-longer-living body on her back,

and marched slowly through the overgrown cemetery,

humming gentle lullabies and nursery rhymes under her breath, one after another,

just as the child had sung to lull him to sleep every night of his life. him to sleep with those.

The woman dug a small hole with her own hands,

and let the child lie in it with a peaceful sleeping face,

and then gently and lovingly sprinkled a handful of earth over the child,

and after a long, long time,

until the earth covered the child,

until the woman had finished each song,

the mother left her lonely body. The mother was not able to leave her lonely child.