The father as a Thai Son mountain". That folk verse has remained true to this day. If my mother gave me a gentle hand, then my father taught me valuable lessons. My father is not only a father but also a moral example for me to study and follow.My father is worker. My father has a tall figure, a square face filled with happiness. Dark-skinned skin, wrinkled skin, wrinkled with oil for years. The nose bridge is high and straight, the mouth always has a cuddly smile. His eyes were large and hazel, glittering like the stars in the night sky. Every time I look into those eyes, I see the immense love my father has for his family. Time and effort had stained his father's hair. Just the first day that hair has white silver spots. It is the color of the hair of the morning dew, the oil of rain and sunshine, the sleepless nights worrying about the family. Father's hand is not as soft as the hands of many people. His father's hands were rough, filled with calluses. But those hands took care of me day by day, rubbed my head, hugged me on my lap, told me stories, taught me the fathers' thousand-year traditions. Although time takes everything away, the figure of the father and the lessons that make people remain bold in my mind. I hope that my father will always live healthy and healthy, forever become a strong spiritual support for me on the long and long journeys of life.