When I began to hear the waves murmuring, the clouds slowly appeared like a door gradually opening, welcoming me into another realm. The salty sea breeze seeped into my hair and across my clothes, easing the weariness that clung to me, a weariness I wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't slowed down.
The coastal road in Do Son is very long, winding and curving in a graceful way. On one side is the sea, on the other are cliffs or a jumble of restaurants. If you look closely, you'll see that every bend and every section has its own charm. But personally, I prefer to choose a quiet spot, with a wide sandy beach and a rocky shoreline that tells stories of life and people.
The sea at Do Son is not a deep blue. The distinctive color of the water here is murky with silt, sometimes tinged brown in the afternoon light, and sometimes shimmering silver at dawn, just as the sun rises above the horizon. It is this unique color that gives Do Son its own special beauty—intimate, tranquil, and sincere, like a mother from the coast who lives year-round amidst the waves and winds.
Mornings in Do Son usually begin very early. Before the sun rises high, the air is filled with the smell of sea salt, and the sound of boat engines echoes from afar. But these activities don't happen hastily; they follow the familiar, steady rhythm of daily life for those who have dedicated their lives to the sea. Like the old man mending nets on the beach once told me, he's never left this land his whole life, yet he's still content. He wakes up early out of habit, and for him, labor is a joy, not just a means of livelihood. I understand that in that state of contentment, life flows gently each day, bringing value to life with a willing heart, without demanding any higher material gains. Or perhaps, laborers like the old man are enjoying the positive energy of the sea and nature, a feeling not everyone can perceive or appreciate.
Standing on the shore, watching the boats bobbing in the distance, one suddenly feels incredibly small amidst the vast ocean. In that moment, one wishes to be a child playing carefree on the sand, oblivious to the passage of time, the hurried pace of life, and the crashing waves. And then, as the sun sets, still laughing heartily, experiencing complete joy...
I silently watched the small waves follow one another, crashing against the shore and then dissipating as if they had never existed. Sometimes, I felt the sound of the waves was like a song soothing my heart, calming its beating. Ah, so it turns out people come to the sea not only to watch the sunrise or sunset, or to frolic and play on the long, wide sandy beach, but also to listen deeply. The sea listens to the human heart, and people listen to the sea's murmurs.
Source: https://baohaiphong.vn/khoang-lang-truoc-bien-546822.html
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