I spent 12 years to read "NIcholas Nicleby" written by Charles Dickens. This four-year old girl named Machilda, reads it in just a few days. She is a phenomenon. She argues with her school master named Trunchbull, a scary, savage, and giant woman. The argument goes like this:
To Be Continued
折れた枝
先日、山崎川を歩いていたら、大きな桜の木の幹が折れて、折れた後が剥き出しになっていた。（写真）おそらく枝が根元から折れたのだろうと思っていたら、新聞に枝が折れた写真が載っていた。記事によると、自転車に乗っていた人を枝が直撃し、自転車が倒れてけがをしたそうだ。世の中、何が起こるかわからない。
The other day, while walking along the Yamazaki River, I saw a broken trunk of a large cherry tree, leaving the damaged area exposed (Photo). I assumed that a branch had snapped off at the base. Later, I saw a picture of the broken branch in a newspaper. According to the article, the branch had struck a cyclist directly, causing the bicycle to fall and injuring the rider.
You never know what might happen in this world.
A Broken Branch
