山から里の方へ遊びにいった猿が一本の赤い蝋燭を拾いました。赤い蝋燭は沢山あるものではありません。それで猿は赤い蝋燭を花火だと思い込んでしまいました。猿は拾った赤い蝋燭を大事に山へ持って帰りました。の英語

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.

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!"

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 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.

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."

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.

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.

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

With their fur coats tinged full of glistening silver and their shadows imbued with cobalt, the two foxes returned back to the forest under the moonlit night.

There is a body buried underneath the Sakura tree! This is something you should believe. Why? Can you really fathom how such wondrous flowers are blooming? I have been uneasy for the last two or three days because I really can't believe it. But now I finally understand. There is a body buried underneath the tree. That is something you can believe.

In the fall, when the days grew shorter and the nights colder, she watched the first frost turn the leaves to bright yellow and orange and red.

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

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

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

One girl was scrubbing the wall, another was cleaning a window, another was rubbing the door with a cloth, and the other was mopping the floor.

"Do you know what kind of tree you just broke?" "No, I don't," I answered the detective. While looking through the open door, the detective shouted, "Hey, do you know what kind of tree he just broke?" "Um, looks like it's a yew plum pine," said the voice of a young woman. After straightening himself in his seat, the detective asked me one more time: "Do you know what kind of tree you just broke?"

For example, if a chain-smoking teacher cautions a pupil for smoking, that warning is self-contradictory.

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

"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.

Mother urged my sister earnestly [enthusiastically] to accept the offer of a meeting (with a view to marriage) from the young man whose picture had been laid on the table.

The mother fox was worried while she was eagerly waiting for the boy fox's return. When the boy returned she pulled him to her warm chest and was so happy she wanted to cry.

"Who do you belong to?" Wrapped around his feet was a small cat. It was a fluffy grey striped cat.

The game of shiritori is played by taking the final sound of the word spoken by the person before you, and then the next person looks for a word that begins with that sound.

The following morning she said close to my ears: "We're going back to Paris tonight. He says that there's no way that he'll leave me alone in such a sad place. That's how it is."

"Aww, what a cute baby. What's her name?" "Rina." "Hey Rina, peek-a-boo! Look, she smiled. Can I hold her?" "Sure."

Once, when I went to my friend Kawai's house, he fired a pistol. He thought it was not loaded and pointed it at my mouth, but it was and the bullet grazed my ear before hitting the closet.

I can play the piano(,) too.＝I, too, can play the piano. [I

Hanako turned her head towards the wall and began counting: "O—ne, Two—, Three—, Four—, Five—, Six—, Se—ven, Eight—, Nine—, Te... Ready?" "Not yet." "Ready now?" "Ready". She then began to look for her friends who had now hidden themselves in the meantime.