I spent the weekend writhing in agony when my gallstone started to move.

Father takes the 7:00 subway to work.

Light is resolved by a prism into seven colors.

After an absence of seven years, I went home.

I wouldn't let a goof-up like that get to you. People have short memories and the one good thing about gossip is that it's short-lived.

When I was in my first years of grade school, my father taught me a haiku and I longed to be a poet. On my Tanabata wish, I also wrote "Please make me a poet". Thirty years have passed and my wish has been granted. I am without doubt an invalid.

When I moved into my new home, I just brought with me the things that I needed for cooking, an earthen rice cooker, an earthenware pot and an earthen charcoal brazier.

I spent the weekend writhing in agony when my gallstone started to move.

He left high school at seventeen.

At seven-thirty, we too closed the door behind us.