Looking around for branches to bring home, I see the beech trees still hanging on to their frail, colorless leaves and notice that the drooping, short-lived flowers of the maple are about to open.
The trees were losing leaves.
It was spring and the trees were budding.
There is a war shrine in Nara.
There is a man sitting indoors
A vendor is selling watermelons.
Julius went back to his suitcase.
It is hard to tell at first if Fred is good.
A group of girls are playing together.