My father turns fifty this year.

I eat boiled eggs for breakfast.

He is known as a person with learning.

He enjoys playing games every day.

My dream is to visit the country named France someday.

He keeps a meticulous diary.

He was staring at the stupa.

He is good at playing the hole named Go on a wind instrument.

This forest is dense with trees, making it hard to move forward.

We should respect each other mutually.