Chinese · yesterday
Was Ken at home yesterday?
I was busy yesterday.
He died yesterday.
It rained yesterday.
I wasn't busy yesterday.
We had a heavy rain yesterday.
There was a light rain yesterday.
The funeral was yesterday.
Yesterday was what day of the week?
Yesterday was what day of the week?
It was cloudy yesterday.
Yesterday was Saturday.
He was ill yesterday.
She was ill yesterday.
I caught a big fish yesterday.
I lost my watch yesterday.
Who do you think came to see me yesterday?
It rained all day yesterday.
Did you play baseball yesterday?
Last night, I fell into a panic.
You didn't come to school yesterday, did you?
There are more clouds today than yesterday.
It is not so hot today as yesterday.
I had my watch stolen yesterday.
I just didn't want to go to work yesterday.
"Did he write a letter yesterday?" "Yes, he did."
There are many more students in the classroom today than yesterday.
Last night my daughter didn't come home until half past one.
A good cook doesn't throw out yesterday's soup.
Yesterday's board meeting was a big success.
Yesterday I saw an old acquaintance whom I hadn't seen in ten years.
My calf has been hurting since yesterday.
There was an earthquake yesterday.
I just got your letter yesterday.
Have you been kept here because you didn't do your homework yesterday?
Yesterday I met one of the most popular actors in the world.
We tried it out yesterday; as expected, it was really good.
Yesterday I was caught in a shower on my way home from school.
Did you see yesterday's match against Australia?
What they told you is the opposite of what they told me yesterday.
I apologize for yesterday.
Ya-wen nailed her proposal yesterday. The boss kept nodding.
As I returned from school yesterday, I was caught in a sudden shower.
I saw Shin'ichi in Kakogawa yesterday.
You must have been surprised to find me alone with her yesterday.
Po-lin ran into his ex at the night market yesterday. It was super awkward.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the "present".
Yesterday my big brother went to Fukushima to help the locals. I'm very afraid of the rise in radiation levels.
"I met a friend for the first time yesterday who I'd got to know online." "Ah, this Tom fella you're always going on about." "That's the one!" "And how was it?" "He wasn't as good-looking as I thought he'd be."
It's Lulu Island, 3 August 2025. After supper—green figs tender with sunlight, sweet vinegar from yesterday’s pickled jar, and reheated Alfredo—I sat on the balcony and watched the conifer. Stillness below, a street without cars, without haste. My lime water, iced, caught the light. Michael, the Franco-Danish ufologist, has been in my conversations lately. We speak of inner things: the trance of smart devices, the mind’s eye dwindling. He says cafés aren’t cafés anymore. People forget how to look, how to linger. I tell him of Arthur in Japan—how he'd stare into blank walls like a monk gazing at emptiness. Lately I ask machines to speak like poets, and they do. They mimic Elizabethan verses and the old wistful lilt of Tagalog ballads. I pick blackberries along the path to Tim Hortons. "¡Moras!" I shout like a child. My friend Mora, whose blood flows with Andes mist, would smile. Today, I bought lemons. I meant limes, but lemons are all right. / blackberry morning— / a fig's ghost on my fingers / and the street still sleeps