The day I arrived in Japan was April 10, 2006, at Kansai International Airport. I still clearly remember every little detail of that day. It was drizzling that day, and there was a fresh and pleasant smell in the humid air. I breathed in the air of this strange land and felt that I instantly fell in love with this place. The person who came to pick me up was a small Japanese man, not very tall, with glasses. He was warm and courteous to me, and his eyes were filled with the characteristic humility of Japanese people. Because another student's flight was delayed, I couldn't speak a word of Japanese, so I relied on Chinese characters and talked with him for more than 3 hours. He likes Dalian and I like Detective Conan. I chatted with him about anime and Chinese and Japanese food, and even though we didn't speak the same language, we had a great time.
When the other student arrived, we drove off. On the way, I observed the country and the city in silence. There was no trash on the quiet streets, no one honking their horns on the street, everyone was quiet and waiting politely. It seems to be different from the normal busy city, not so much fickleness, not so much noise, it will make your heart uncontrollably quiet. These make my favorability to this place instantly soared again.
Finally, I arrived at the school, met the Chinese teacher, and felt that I had met my family and found an organization. The teacher instructed some things, we were sent to the dormitory by the little old man, this time I realized that the little old man is the school's director, the equivalent of the vice-president of the position, because of the special love of China, so the students usually come to him to pick up. In fact, many Japanese people do not care too much about politics, there is nothing to hate China, and you get along with, just to see how your personal qualities. After arriving at the dormitory, he happily waved his hand with us and said goodbye in Chinese. At that moment, the living instructor came to arrange our room, explained to us in every way she could with her hands and feet and simple English, and the next day drove and dragged us to buy daily necessities and told us which ones were cheap and good. She was as enthusiastic as a square dancing mom in China.
One after another, students arrived at the school, and the same enthusiastic teacher took us to get our bank cards, cell phones, alien registration cards, and health insurance cards. Later, I thought, maybe it was these people who gave me warmth when I first came to Japan that made me quickly adapt to this place and fall in love with it.