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When the blossoms have scattered and the cherry trees are full of leaves like this (the elderly woman began), I always remember that time. It was thirty-five years ago, Father was still alive, and our family – if you can call it that, for there were only three of us, Father and my younger sister and I, Mother having passed away some seven years earlier, when I was thirteen – our family was living on the outskirts of a castle town in Shimane Prefecture, a place near the Japan Sea with a population of twenty-some thousand. Father had accepted a post as headmaster of a middle school there when I was eighteen and my sister was sixteen, but since no suitable lodgings were available in town, we rented two rooms in a detached house on the grounds of a temple near the foot of the mountains, a house we were to live in for six years, until Father was transferred to a middle school in Matsue. I didn't marry until after we moved to Matsue, in the autumn of my twenty-fourth year, which in those days was quite late for a girl. With Mother having died when I was so young and Father being so absorbed in scholarly work and so thoroughly out of touch with worldly matters, I l knew our household would fall apart entirely if I were to leave, and though I’d had any number of offers I had no desire to become anyone’s bride if it meant abandoning my family.
Had my sister been healthy, I would have felt somewhat more free to do as I pleased, but though she, quite unlike myself, was a beautiful and very intelligent child with long lovely hair, she was physically infirm, and in the spring of the second year after Father took that job in the castle town, when she was eighteen and I was twenty, she died.
This is the story of something that happened shortly before her death.

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To see life
To see the world.

To eye-witness great events.

To watch the faces of the poor
and the gestures of the proud.

To see strange things
Machines, armies, multitudes.

Shadows in the jungle and on the moon.

To see man's work
His paintings, towers and discoveries.

To see things thousands of miles away
Things hidden behind walls and within rooms
Things dangerous to come to.

The women men love and many children

To see and to take pleasure in seeing
To see and be amazed
To see and be instructed.

World Cup: Sounds of joy – and mourning – as South Africa kicks off tournament
The first vuvuzela of the day sounded at 6am, blown by a young man in a stained anorak walking to his job through the early morning mist along Rivonia Road. On the other side of Johannesburg, meanwhile, a 91-year-old world hero was mourning the death of his 13-year-old great-granddaughter.
On Wednesday Zenani had celebrated the birthday that made her a teenager. The following day, with tens of thousands of others, she attended a concert in Soweto's Orlando stadium, organised to celebrate the start of the tournament. Having watched a bill including Shakira, the Black Eyed Peas, Alicia Keys, Hugh Masekela and Angelique Kidjo, she died on her way home when the car in which she was travelling left the road. Police said that the driver had lost control and hit a barrier, adding that he would be charged with drunk-driving and possibly culpable homicide.
And so the frail and grieving Madiba, as Nelson Mandela is affectionately known to most of South Africa's 49 million citizens, was unable to make his promised appearance at Soccer City today. In the stadium built on the foundations of the one in which he had made his first speech after his release from prison in 1990, he had planned to give his benediction to Bafana Bafana, the national team. "It would be inappropriate for him to attend the celebrations," a spokesman for his foundation said.
"Africa is the cradle of humanity," the Most Reverend Desmond Tutu, a Nobel peace prize winner – like Mandela – and the former chairman of South Africa's truth and reconciliation committee, had told the crowd at the concert the previous night, "so we welcome you home. Every single one of you. We are all Africans." Those non-Africans in the stadium watching today's pageant could only feel happy to be so adopted.
"The spirit of Madiba is in Soccer City," Sepp Blatter, the president of Fifa, told the crowd, before introducing Jacob Zuma, the current president of South Africa, who read out a message from Mandela: "The game must start and we must enjoy the game."

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Once upon a time, there was two orphaned twin brothers.They loved each other dearly.When they reached a marriageable age, The elder brother made a girl his wife.After the marriage, the brotherhood didn't have a deep love like they used to be.It made the young brother very sad.
One day, the two brothers came back from the field.The young brother walked into the house earlier.The wife thought that was her husband so that she had missed and hugged the younger brother.At that moment, the elder brother walked just into, both of the wife and the younger brother suddenly realized and both them felt ashamed.After that, the elder brother thought that his wife and the younger brother were in a relationship so the elder brother began to give the old shoulder to the younger brother.
One afternoon, while the elder brother and the sister in law didn't stay at home, the younger felt sad so he decided to run away.He walked on and on until coming to a stream, he sat down to cry and turned into a rock.The elder brother came back the house and noticed his brother was gone, so he went to go find him.He walked on and on until he came to the above stream, he sat down against the rock to rest.Then he started to feel repentant and cried.Eventually, he turned into a branchless tree, growing upright next to the rock.The wife came back and she didn't her husband so she went to go find.She walked on and on until coming to that stream, she sat against the tree next to the rock, she lamented and turned into a liana around the tree next to the rock.

Once there was a tree and a littie boy. Every day the boy would come and play with the tree. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. The boy loved the tree very much . And the tree loved the boy, too.
But time went by. And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said ''Come,boy,come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples.''
'' I am too big to climb and play,''said the boy ''I want to buy things and have fun. Can you give me some money ?'' ''I don't have any money.Take my apples,Boy ,and sell them. Then you will be happy.''
So the boy sold her apples.
But the boy stayed away for a long time and the tree was sad.Then one day the boy came back and the tree was so happy and said,''Come , Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy.''
''I am too busy to climb the tree,''said the boy.
''I want a house to keep me warm,''he said.
''Can you give me a house?'' ''I have no house,''said the tree.
''Cut off my branches and make a house.''and so the boy did.
But the boy satyed away for a long time.and when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.
''Come,Boy,''she whispered,''Come and pley.''
''I am too old sad to play,''said the boy .''I want a boat.Can you give me a boat?''
''Cut down my trunk and make a boat,''said the tree.And so the boy did.And after a long time the boy came back again.
'' I am sorry,Boy,''said the tree,
''But I have nothing left to give you---,I'm just an old stump.''
''My apples are gone.''
''My branches are gone,''
''My trunk is gone,''and the boy said
''My teeth are too weak for apples,''
''I am too old to swing on branches,''
''I am too tired to climgb.''
''I don't need very much now.''
''I am very tired.''
''Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting Come, Boy. Sit down and rest.''
And the boy did. And the tree was happy.