His hair began to thin gradually.

I was sitting on the edge of the pond, quietly listening to the birds' voices.

He accidentally rode his bicycle onto the curb.

This fir tree is the oldest tree in our garden.

I gave the horse some feed.

Every year, my grandfather harvests unhulled rice in his own field.

This 'kurenai' is a silk cloth dyed an even shade of one color, and it is very beautiful.

Kurenai is my best friend.

Fir trees beautifully color the winter landscape.

There is a big fir tree in my garden.