Hina reached out her small hand and tried to grab her mother's hand.

He was begging on the side of the road.

I was standing at the tip of the spit, looking out at the sea.

This hardened dirt is so hard, nothing can be planted.

The base of this building is very strong.

He always speaks words full of hope.

He observed a year of mourning after his father's death.

He was a swordsman named Zan in the past.

He is my greatest enemy.

He learned to discard unnecessary things.