It's difficult to recognize his face.

Next week, we will hold a first anniversary Buddhist memorial service for my father at our home.

He is color blind and cannot distinguish between red and green.

He bought four apples.

The wall around the market place is very high.

His success depends on his effort.

He can speak four languages.

There are four seasons.

The moon has risen, and the night has deepened.

My father turns forty this year.