一つも翻訳がついていない文章を翻訳するのは、誰の足跡もついていない雪の表面に、自分が初めて足跡をつけるみたいな感覚と少し似ている気がする。の英語

I think that translating a sentence without any already existing translations creates a feeling comparable to stepping foot onto a snow-strewn surface on which nobody has yet trodden.

His book is oriented towards children, but here and there are words that he has never seen before. He doesn't know whether it is just him, or if they are just simply difficult words, but he finds them not worth the effort to look up in a dictionary, so he just keeps on reading.

"You should write a novel or something." "Nah, I don't think so. I can't see myself coming up with anything good, anyways."

I was getting close to the summit, but there were several boulders in my way, and trying to get over them almost did me in. Sometimes there were loose rocks all over the place, too.

I walked along with stroller pushers, roller-bladers, children riding bicycles, people in wheelchairs, old couples walking hand in hand, and a visually impaired man with his assistant.

That would be twenty-seven words instead of four, and while the bare message of the longer statement would be understood, the persuasive force would be lost.

"I wonder why you always lose just one sock out of a pair." "If you lost both, you wouldn't notice it, right?" "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Trucks came and dumped big stones on the road, then some trucks with little stones, then some trucks with tar and sand, and finally a steam roller came and rolled it all smooth, and the road was done.

I wonder if I should be proud that the first five pages of search results from searching for my name on the internet aren't about me, or if I should be ashamed.

"Say something in French." "Say something like what?" "Anything's fine." "Bonjour. Merci. There, I said something." "What, you're so boring!" "Didn't you say I could say anything?"

Going back through faint memories of my early childhood, I come across a scene in which my mother, still alive and beautiful, was looking down at me with a loving air.

In my secondary school days, I was much impressed by how my hospitalised grandfather would often tell the nurses there, "Thank you, I appreciate your help."

I may seem confident, but I get extremely nervous speaking in front of people. My hands tremble, I get all tongue-tied, and sometimes I don't even know what I'm saying myself.

In the countryside, the breaths of the grass, the trees, and the rocks have the foul smell of humans. They call to me from all directions, and they cling to me. But in the city, even the passengers of a jam-packed train are as quiet as pebbles on the riverbed, and everyone is only thinking of themselves.

When I went to the dentist, he told me to raise my hand whenever it hurt, but when I did he waved me off and told me to hang on a minute. So what was the point of him telling me that earlier?

In truth, the very simple reason why this incident did not appear in the newspapers is that, outside of a single witness, no one knew about it.

Having sleep problems, as you know, I woke up three times last night. So this morning I was very sleepy.

If you want to do eye-grabbing work you have to put out something punchy at the outset. Say what you mean directly.

All I could mumble in response was that when I was a man of fifty, my mother would lean out of the window when I left and remind me not to drive too fast.

Don't rush into the situation until you have all the details; hold your horses until you know where you are going.

Well, I just asked him if he knew the time, because my watch has stopped, and he simply bolted.

"I just ran into a friend today who had transferred schools a while back." "Cool!" "Yeah. Then, we talked about movies, and they suggested we go watch one sometime soon. Is that OK?" "Sure! But, is this friend a boy or a girl?" "....."

The speeding vehicle skidded and crashed head-on into the rear end of a truck before the driver could say Jack Robinson.

The speeding vehicle skidded and crashed head-on into the rear-end of a truck before the driver could say Jack Robinson.

By the way, is there some blog or column online that you check often? Well, it doesn't have to be online; magazines are fine, too.

You won't really be able to hear the difference between sounds that you can't distinguish by pronouncing, so even if you don't feel like communicating, pronunciation is important. Pronunciation can also be a hint for remembering how a word is spelled.

I think I'll have more fun reading something now. I was always part of the bookworm group, but there are times when I just don't feel like reading anything. Right now I'm getting lots of "Read! Read!" waves coming at me.

"I think it is exhausting, but todays troubles will surely be rewarded" "Don't say such half-minded things, even if you don't believe them completely."

"Say something in French." "I don't know what to say to that." "Well, try saying 'I don't know what to say to that' in French."

If you eat with someone you like, everything is delicious, if you eat with someone you don't like, everything is nasty. If you eat alone, you can't taste anything at all.