He thrust the point of the spear towards the enemy.

Mr. Shibasaki is my best friend.

She was trying to get the book at the top of the bookshelf on her tiptoes.

I remembered what I talked about with him a while ago.

I want to go to Caledonia.

The withered silvergrass is swaying in the wind.

I will enter college next year.

By the end of summer, the flowers in the garden had withered.

I love Indian curry.

She hugged me gently as if she were my mother.