My hometown is very far, which is a central waters so my only summer new parents to return. My beautiful sea country, there is the strong sun, white sand, the wind blowing Laos vu day on the sea.
Every opportunity to return home, I usually get up early according to me the ocean. In the mist Where there are subtle, dreamy gentle sea, few wind gently blowing ashore carrying the characteristic salty sea. Standing in front of the beach I felt indescribable because the concentration levels made on people. On the air, the white gull wings perturbed tilt, absorbed flying toward a far horizon where dawn is bright pink rays overhead fan shape into the water chestnut. The waves gently lapping against the shore, blue sea, white sand stretches far, far. I walk with bare feet in the sand, feeling cool penetrated into my flesh. A strange feeling spread throughout my body. Every grain of sand, smooth, cool back under my feet. I find, pick up each shell rolling down the cat brain. Each pod is the place to contain memories of the homeland. When away from home, the main ones was the bridge shells so I was raised with his own country.
When in my hand with the shells, I just breathed on and then apply the headset will hear the waves, the rhythm, the sound of the sea. The waves pounding the shore sand, white foam. It rushed up and pitched on the sand left countless shells and baby crabs rush of hiding.
I mostly rural people do fishing, the fishing boat often far larger, sometimes even months they inland, leaving only the elderly, health is declining new inshore. They usually get up very early to the sea, stomping their feet step onto the sand vicious stocky, dark-brown wooden boat on the sand surf ball on the thrust of the long arm of the force. Riu whiz kids chasing sea pen flowers purple morning glory, wing night dew drenched also thrown into the boat. Beach morning glory flower is it because of the simple beauty of flowers or by its vitality that people here consider the sea as a morning glory flowers fresh flowers to bring peace. United under the boat floating offshore carry the expectation of the people who remained. Sea is gentle but also at boiling anger.
It was the day emerged seas raging waves. Silver waves caress no longer quietly ashore the frenzy that thundered into the rock bucket. Those days hế quickly melts away as crowded fish market next session. This is when the boat about. The heavy transport fish and shrimp boats return triumphantly after a long hard day trip. From a distance, eyes widened as the boat was glad to see the shore. The boat has docked, people have flocked to onshore. Who embraced Happy Happy, bag, who carried the baskets of fish agile heavily on shore cavity.
. Dictionary crunch bargain, English calendar type bamboo baskets of the seller, the buyer mix everything together to hear crowded indescribable. Has courted afternoon sun on the sand not only anti-fur shorts, people in droves to the new. The boat only now relieved head on the white sand, lie down and rest after a long trip. Dusk to light from time to time are gradually released in the sea. It was a day at sea when I visited my homeland.
When it comes to the homeland, the first thing I remember is the sea, I desire to live in this peaceful countryside. Standing in front of the vast sea, I feel so small, I love the motherland, I love my hometown coast, and boasts how when I was a child of that beloved homeland.
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