Phi Ta Khon has portrayed the finest cultures and customs of Dan Sai District, Loei Province. It is assumed that the origin of the legend derived from the story of a couple whose love was oppressed, so they needed to hide in a big cave where the treasure of Phra That Sri Song Rak Temple was kept. Unfortunately, the cave was blocked accidentally resulting in the death of the couple who later became spirits: Chao Pho Guan and Chao Mae Nang Tiem. Both of them had protected PhraThat since then, and a lot of spirits came to be their subordinates thereafter. It is believed that when the ‘Boon Phaves Festival’ arrived, all of the spirits would appear on earth to join the parade worshipping PhraUbpakut. The villagers called them ‘Phi Tam Khon’ (the spirits follow the humans), but later the calling has changed to be ‘Phi Ta Khon’.
It is quite impressive that Thailand has a wide variety of places for tourism. Phi Ta Khon is not as scary as everyone thinks about, but they are enjoyable and renowned around the world. There are plenty of traditional recreations and unique cultures. We should encourage the locals to preserve their folklores and customs by holding cultural activities for this will create awareness. The life-style and origin of the locals have been reflected through the picture of The Ghostly Masks.
Smiles from the kids are like smiles of the world. Their dreams are like the rising sun which warms our lives and minds. However, the kids these days have encountered several unfortunate destinies such as child abuse, beggars, or handicapped children. Some are trafficked by mischievous people. Therefore, it is time for us to help improve children’s quality of living.
The section ‘A Boy in a Big City’ published in ‘Banana Rib Hobbyhorse’ impressed me significantly because I would like to share my view about the unfortunate kids: the beggars, the homeless, the disadvantaged, the child abused, and the sexual harassed. These desperate cases need to be eradicated from Thai society because those children need love and warmth from their families, kind people, and society. As well as this, I would like to be a spokesperson for them because I love Thailand. Perhaps, their pains in their lives will be eliminated and our community will be better.
Bangrachan villagers didn’t fight for their city or their lives, but they fought for the dignity of Thailand. They could flee from their village and saved their lives by hiding in the deep jungle, but they didn’t. They set their camp to challenge the Burmese army. The eleven warriors lost their lives in the battle. Mr. Thongmen was bold enough to declare war with the Burmese and was the first one to die. When the Burmese army changed its strategy, the villagers failed to repel and got killed by the cannon. This resulted in a massacre causing Mr. Thongmen and his friend’s infuriation.
After gulping spirits, they rode on buffaloes bravely to attack the Burmese who were ready to engulf and kill those Bangrachan villagers. Subsequently, they died fearlessly in the battle. Their courage, unity, loyalty have been the role model for the Thai people.
Mr. Thongmen and his villager friends were just ordinary people who stayed loyal to the country. This impressed me and made me feel faithful to a country like them. Personally, the next generation should possess national fidelity and do good for our country.
There are wide varieties of life in an ecosystem depending on temperature, sun, and precipitation. These factors affect the plants which produce the food for the other lives in the food chain.
Not only have humans obtained numerous benefits from the biodiversity of nature in the form of four requisites, but they have also felt relaxing in nature including extracting knowledge from biodiversity research and development. As well as this, they can initiate some customs based on the environment together with preserving nature. Bountiful benefits from biodiversity are priceless. The biodiversity is so complicated that humans should be flexible and adaptable to the changes. Hence, it is our duty to conserve the biodiversity system.
I’m actually interested in science subject especially plants and biodiversity. This book helped me to understand the relationship between living things that have to depend on each other. This relationship has presented in the form of a food chain that revolves around the abundance of soil, and fresh air.
The immaculate nature influences the living things dwelling together in some way. This creates community, habitats, cultivation, livestock, fine customs, dining styles, clothing, and decoration. Finally, these heritages will be continued and preserved to be the belief and faith of the community. All in all, the captivating biodiversity is so impressive to me.
The crimson orange blossoms covering the whole tree looked like a gigantic umbrella contrasting the light blue sky. The leafy branches swayed along with the cool breeze from the forest. The ray of the sun slanted down on the earth through the hole of the branches making a lot of spots on the ground. The climate in May was extremely warm, but the flame tree still stood high in the wind tolerably. Its stretching branches gave a comfy shade to the girl who played her swing under the tree. Her face was painted with a smile while she was looking at the flaming petals falling down from the tree.
“Lamai”, called from a boy and a girl. The girl named Lamai turned her face up from the falling leaves to see both of them. The thin boy and the round face girl walked towards her.
“Shall we go?”, the boy eagerly asked .
“Hmm! Din, you look so excited. It seems that you’ve never been to the forest before”, the girl nagged. “So you do, Kratae. You look much more excited than I am”, Din responded.
I was impressed by nature and the environment, especially the atmosphere in the book. It was pleasant and relaxing, so I would like to express the beauty of nature in the form of painting which probably inspires others to preserve the environment.
Phayanagarat or the giant Naga is the gigantic figure laying down for Naraya the Hidush God to recline. Both of them reincarnated in the form of humans named Pra Lax (Phayanagarat) and Pra Ram (Naraya). Hanuman, the king of monkeys, came to see Phayanagarat for help in the battle with Thotsakan, the king of demons. Thus, he changed himself into Pra Lax and joined the battle. Both Hanuman and Phayanagarat helped his god to win the battle against Thotsakan and brought peace to the earth.
A boy led his friends to climb up the tree. Its branches stretching in any direction scared us because it looked so dark when we looked up to the treetop. We couldn’t see the one who was climbing and hanging in the tree. We only heard the loud sound of climbing and swinging. Not many people knew that some trees could be climbed and some branches could be hung and swung. It was very challenging for those who were brave enough. Only the chicky prayed for life and asked the climbers to descend themselves to the earth. The gigantic trees would feel depressed if there was no-body climbing up.
Tone, the character in the story, was so imposing that he presented the charming of nature. His thought and feeling was unique and was molded by our golden land. He introduced us to nature such as rivers, breeze, climate, and forest. We learn to live with nature through him. Hence, we should preserve it for the next generation.
My great-grandma pointed the coconut tree for my grandma and her sister and told them where she buried her placenta. After giving birth to a child, the mother or somebody took her placenta and buried it under the tree with the belief that if the tree grows well, the child will have a good life. She led her kids to the rice field where she put another placenta of my uncle. The placenta was well kept in the jar and buried under the sugar palm tree as the tree has a long life despite its slow growth. It can endure the harsh climate. That’s why she put it under the tree. My uncle will have a long life and be strong like the tree. The tree we buried the placenta can be a memorable tree, either. She thought it was a good idea that we had a tree to reminisce. Moreover, we can take the fruitful benefits from the tree.
I was impressed by the local wisdom and belief that the placenta of the newborn baby is buried under the tree. It is believed that if the tree grows well, the baby will have a beautiful life. Mostly, it is likely to bury the placenta under the perennial tree when it is young, such as a coconut tree. This tree has a lot of benefits for the owner and tolerates the destructive nature. Despite slow growth, it is hard to die. I like this belief as it teaches me to conserve nature. It’s time for us to be well aware of this issue and help preserve nature in order to hand on the responsible value to our next generation.
On the night of waxing moon but the clouds floating across the sky, Koon was laying beside his dad at the balcony of his house. Tid Jun rushed to see them tell that Euey Kham Gong was about to give birth but she was having labor pain. The midwife and Aunt Khaow tried to press her abdomen to facilitate newborn delivery. Meanwhile, there was a ball of fire flying across the sky to Baan Khum Nue. Koon got excited and cried out “Oh, what the light is?” Dad replied that it was the meteor. Suddenly, the drunken Tid Haad climbed up the house to inform Tid Jun that his wife just gave birth and urged him to return home abruptly.
Dad told Koon about the ancestor’s belief that the newborn baby who was born in the meteor night would be a courageous man, so Euey Kham Gong’s son would be a talented boy in some way.
Koon looked for the crickets in the ground by raking his stick and got only three of them while his mom got four. Therefore, they walked over to the edge of the forest near the rice field. At night, the crickets would come out of their holes to sip the fresh dewdrop from the grass tips and start a chirping competition. There was a cricket hole near the field under a small tree with a heap of dirt nearby. “Here we go. This is the cricket hole,” mom told Koon. She used a shovel to scoop up the soil a few times and got a big cricket called ‘Jinaimo’. If they got chubby 15 Jinaimoes, it was enough to saute and grind them. The Jinaimo in mom’s hand tried to escape but mom was quicker. She put it in the bamboo trusted container. Koon got three of them whereas his mom got seven. It’s time to go back home as they had to arrive home before the traditional healer came to cure his grandma.
I have learnt about the life-style of the Northeastern in the past. The story of Koon and his mom looking for the crickets at KokeKheeLek is interesting. They searched for the small creatures in hays after finishing the harvesting season. Then, when the rice field lost its moisture, the crickets moved to the forest. Finally, they moved again underground. After mating season, they dug another hole for themselves.
There is something in common between the Northeastern’s and my hometown (Krabi) lifestyles. My grandma used to raise the crickets in a huge earth jar, and my grandpa took me to dig for them near his house. My dad also dug for them at night. Thus, I was inspired by this story and created this picture.
It’s quite frigid in the field. I longed for the flock of birds to return. In the past, there was a green grass field and clear blue sky where those birds enjoyed their freedom. After the stormy day, everything got demolished, so the birds fled from the devastated field. Unfortunately, the birds never returned where they belonged, leaving the song from the rice field echoing lonely ever since.
There used to be several flocks of colorful birds gathering around the pond engulfed with leafy grass and various lavish plants. Those birds built up their nests flew into the sky, soaked up some water, and danced together. Several kinds of fish swam randomly in the pond. My place was close to Phanom Hill where the river flowed from. Every day, the bitterns flew past my home and the doves liked to stay on top of the lamp post. Some of them caught the branches of the tree or a banana tree.
Nonetheless, everything has changed like every place around the world. Currently, the birds have gone as they were hunted.
In the middle of a summer night, there were copious fireflies circulating around the lotus trees. They looked glittering in the darkness, especially on the night of the waning moon.
After dinner, a teenage boy led a group of kids to catch fireflies at the lotus trees. They brought towels, Karmar band clothes, and a plastic bottle with a screw cap for their small adventure. When they arrived at the trees, the fireflies seemed to know what would happen, so they switched off their lights to camouflage themselves with the darkness. My little uncle signaled everyone in the group to keep quiet and waited until the fireflies glowed their lights again. Therefore, it was easy to spot and it’s time to hunt those fireflies.
I was impressed by the picture the author depicted in the form of writing. It seemed that I was in the situation myself, especially in the firefly chapter. I was enthralled by the night of miraculously glittering fireflies that naturally possess light themselves. This made me love Thailand where I can enjoy the natural beauty at night.
When the rainy season was coming, the seedlings sprang out their small stems and plunged out the roots deep into the ground everywhere. It looked like they were trying to compete for their space and air, especially Manila Tamarind. These sour fruits were sprawling under the mother tree and were ready to grow on the soft dirt in which they could push their transparent roots easily. They curled themselves shyly on the ground and peeled up their seed like the wings of the birds.
For the vines, they slithered themselves along the ground finding the dry sticks or dead tree trunks. Their leaves sprouted out abundantly and covered the dry trunks that made them look lively green again. All of the plants tried to stretch themselves up to the air as if they were escaping to be on the ground. Additionally, there were large tree trunks that couldn’t be hugged by one person growing along the river. There were no leaves prone by the insects or worms. Alternatively, there was too much to eat. Our village was soaked with blissful moments. My heart pounded loudly in my chest.
I took almost a month to complete this book due to its thickness. I like the name of the story because I like strolling at the pond beside the temple where a lot of green trees grow up. However, this story is different from what I perceived in my real life. I enjoyed reading this story although there were heaps of unknown words that I needed to ask my teachers and search in google or a dictionary. The reason I enjoyed this book is it narrates country life with nature. I could broaden my imagination that I was in the story. Thus, I would like to express my feeling in my picture for everyone to experience pristine nature and hope that nature will be preserved for good.
Phu traveled to several places in Thailand. In the North, he went to Phra That DoiSuthep in Chiang Mai where was renowned for rich cultures and dining customs, Khan Tok. The gorgeous Doi Tung Mansion was embraced by variegated florals. As well, DoiPui and Doi Tao were blanketed by the fresh mist in the morning and surrounded by high grey hills.
Furthermore, he made his trip to the South where he visited engrossing beach sites and islands in Phuket, Ranong, and Chumphon. He also wandered around Samila Beach to see intriguing Kolae Boats including watching the traditional local dramas and dances: Li-Kea, shadow puppet show, Nora and RongNgeng dances. There were picturesque views in SuanMokkh and along the beach in Hat Yai and Samui. The magnificent Pentagon Pun-Yha Building was inherited from the past.
In Northeastern, their silk woven clothes were well-known around Thailand together with Phra That Phanom, the sacred place, and its ravishing customs. The people were so nice and kind with their simple lifestyles. Rivers Chee and Moon flowed along the region. The candle festival and the wonderful rocket festival are the local heritages which were worth preserving for the next generation.
The traveling log Phu has made from the four regions was precious. No matter how different they are, they still live harmoniously in Thailand.
After reading ‘Traveling around Thailand with Phu’ at school, I can picture the attractive sites which I want them to be there with this country forever. Despite various regions, cultures, and dialects, there is a harmonious combination among Thai people. These inspired me to create a picture of Thailand’s beauty. Moreover, I have done a lot of research about some places and local belongings such as Kolae Boat in the South, and Phra That DoiSuthep in the North. I painted a map of Thailand in which I can put some details of each region. Those details can illustrate the different customs and cultures while in the middle I drew people holding their hands together. They also held national flags and yellow flags representing the monarchy. This portrays the sense of unity of Thailand which will bond us together forever.