家の近くに田んぼがあるからさ、この時期になると一晩中カエルのケロケロ鳴く声が、よく聞こえてくるんだよ。の英語

Since there are rice paddies near my house, I often hear frogs croaking all night long this time of year.

Time passed quickly for the Little House as she watched the countryside slowly change with the seasons.

At night she used to dream of the country and the field of daisies and the apple trees dancing in the moonlight.

At night, she used to dream of the country and the field of daisies and the apple trees dancing in the moonlight.

Seeing trees verdant with young leaves, birds singing in the trees, and children playing on the lawn—how keenly I wished to live!

"Here ... the sound of the cicadas is different." "Oh my, I'm impressed you noticed. You've got a good sense of pitch!"

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy."

The monkey, who came from the mountain to play in the village, picked up a red candle. There aren't many red candles. So the monkey thought of it as a firework. He brought it back to the mountain with care.

The three animals tried to help the old man, the monkey using its ability to climb to collect fruit and nuts, and the fox catching fish in the stream to bring to him.

"'Fox's wedding'." "Er ...?" "Today, with an 81 percent likelihood, it will be clear skies but, depending on location, there will be sun showers."

The various animals started going, "Woof, woof!" and "Meow, meow!" and "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

In the long summer days she sat in the sun and watched the trees cover themselves with leaves and the white daisies cover the hill.

In the long summer days she sat in the sun and watched the trees cover themselves with leaves, and the white daisies cover the hill.

And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."

Day followed day, each one a little different from the once before...but the Little House stayed just the same.

The chicks hatched in April have also become 5 months old. Their bodies are about the same size as their parents, about the only difference is that the roosters have smaller crests than their father.

"Something happy happened today." "What was it?" "It's a secret." "Huh? Didn't you want me to ask you?" "Yeah."

One morning, as the fox cub was making to leave the den, she suddenly called out "Ah!" and ran tripping and tumbling back to her mother, a paw pressed over one eye. "Mommy, something's got into my eye! Get it out, get it out!"

There once was a tiny sprite, much loved by children. She would frolic with the birds and the beasts in the forest, and sing songs, or play her flute; sometimes, she would visit the village, where the humans lived, and cavort with her favorite boys and girls.

There once was a little spirit that the children loved. Usually in the forest he would sing his songs and play the flute and mess about with the birds and other such beasts. At times he would come out to the village where the people lived and play with the children he liked.

"So, if you want to let your dog play at the beach without concern, come to our dog beach," said the beach's spokesperson.

People who count their chickens before they are hatched act very wisely because chickens run about so absurdly that it's impossible to count them accurately.

Since the commercials began airing on TV, my neighbors, friends at school, and even people on trains have started calling me “kodomo tencho.”

Throat and nose membranes hurt by dry air allow cold viruses to enter more easily. It is important to carry out sensible counter plans against the cold with heaters and against the dryness with humidifiers.

Kareishu is a special smell that comes as old people age. Popular expressions such as: "Ossan kusai" or "Oyaji kusai" (smelly old man) refer to this smell.

"I just wish that I could be with you forever and always," replied the little black rabbit.

Students enjoy listening to the Japanese version of the children’s book “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” written by Eric Carle.

"Oh let's!" said the little black rabbit and with a hop, skip, and a jump, he sailed right over the little white rabbit's back.

"Who put the mosquito coil here?" "That was me." "It's senseless to put it behind the curtain. The curtain will flutter with the wind, and if it catches the heat then it'll cause a fire."

When people come to their front door, the children shout, "Trick or treat!"