彼の本は子供向けなんだけど、ちょくちょく見たことのない単語が飛び出す。それが彼独自の言葉なのか単に難しい単語なのかわからないんだけど、面倒なので辞書も引かず読み進めている。の英語

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 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 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.

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.

Looks, brains, reflexes, rich family and, for good measure, vice president of the student committee - in other words he's 'perfect'.

When I was very young, my father died. His younger brother, due to the vicissitudes of the times and to his own laziness, dissipated his own fortune and afterwards became a peddler of writing materials. He often came to our house, but when he came, my mother would scold him and he would be troubled.

When I was in my first years of grade school, my father taught me a haiku and I longed to be a poet. On my Tanabata wish, I also wrote "Please make me a poet". Thirty years have passed and my wish has been granted. I am without doubt an invalid.

"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?" "....."

In the old days we always used to go home at lunchtime, but nowadays most children have lunch at school.

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."

At that time, bicycles were just starting to get popular and, here and there, there were many unskilled beginners who ran into people and broke through their hedges.

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.

One day my youngest daughter abruptly asked, “Mum, why do men swear so much?" I played for time. “Um—do they?"

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.

Even though I put my all into this to begin with it ended up being menial work, so I think it didn't turn out great.

I was surprised when I got a call from my daughter's workplace, saying that she had suddenly collapsed. She had struck her head, so I was worried, but was relieved when I was notified by the hospital that they had found nothing wrong with her.

Young mothers who have to take care of their small children, and have to stay (at) home all day, often feel caged in.

When I was a university student in Kyoto, I was doing part-time jobs, skipping classes, and having fun with my friends, just like other students.

Once you go ahead and start, even the tiresome work of adding and subtracting figures is interesting in its way.

When I was in elementary school I thought, from the bottom of my heart, that the teachers were great people and I was influenced by the teachers' attitudes and moral lessons, but middle school was just a business like any other.

I tried this and that, blending yellow with white powders and obtaining brown, mixing crystals with powders and getting dust, combining liquids with solids and making mud.

I recently changed the way I take notes, and ever since then I've gained confidence in math. For example, usually when I take tests, I don't know anything, and I get bad grades. But yesterday I took a test, and although I don't know my score yet, I think it went well for once.

Although I broke test tubes and played about with chemicals for fun, I did occasionally manage to obey the teacher's instructions as well; repeating experiments that others had long ago undertaken.

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.

"Did you read the book I gave you?" "I haven't read it all yet, but it's pretty interesting. Thanks." "I'm glad you liked it."

A man with a knife entered the school grounds, killed seven second graders and one first grader, and wounded many others.

Everyone is good at art. They just have to stop comparing and criticizing themselves so harshly. If they're proud of what they've done, that's all that matters.

I do a lot in parallel, therefore I do not only read Akutagawa. At the moment, I am reading more and more in English. I am also reading a bit in German every day.

I do many things at the same time, so not only am I reading things by Akutagawa, I've also increased the amount of time I spend reading in English and I also read a little in German every day.