愛知県豊川市 医療法人共立荻野病院 内科・胃腸科・アレルギー科・リハビリテーション科

　　　The following Saturday evening, crowds of people, out to see the night cherry blossoms, were walking the back streets of the Toyokawa Shrine. Two or three youths of the village were walking in that direction, singing a tune that sounded like “The Memory of Youth.”
　　　After returning home from a sick call, I did not find my wife.
It was a little past nine.
　　　The children, who should have been in bed, were still up. Lying on their stomachs, they pretended to make a ranch by holding each other’s hands, and to pitch tents with their chins.
　　　“Where our arms surround---that’s the ranch. Now close your eyes," the boy was saying.
　　　"Okay. They’re closed," the girl replied.
　　　“There are five horses on this ranch. Do you see them?"
　　　“Yeah, I do! There’s a wooden fence in a circle, and the sun is shining on the green grass. It’s a big ranch!”
　　　“The horses---what’re they doing now?”
　　　“Walking slowly. Two of them are stooping their long necks to eat grass.”