My family originally lived in a small fishing village, for five generations. The village is located south of Nha Trang city (now called Nam Nha Trang ward). The picturesque Quan Truong River flows through it, its course leading to the estuary and directly out to the East Sea. People often call it Cua Be fishing village. The name sounds rather rustic.
I've had the opportunity to travel to many places for work and meet many new friends. I've realized one thing: I can change everything, every way I address people, but I can never change the name of my own hometown. Instead of avoiding it or trying to use a more flattering name, I'm happy to introduce them to Cua Be fishing village.
In each of those stories, I felt as if I was reliving the nostalgic atmosphere of my childhood in this small village. The scene of fishing boats returning, tearing through the mist, carrying an abundance of fresh seafood. The bustling trading scene that I still fondly remember and call "the sound of the fishing village." The sound of happiness heralding a new day and a bountiful harvest.
Fleeting memories recall afternoons when Dad would take us to the beach, teaching each of us how to swim. Gradually, we became very proficient swimmers, fearless of anything. Sometimes we even imagined ourselves as skilled swimmers competing in the blue race.
Our homeland's sea has silently nurtured us as we grew up, providing a rich source of livelihood for the fishermen. Each return from a long voyage is a joyous celebration of hard work at sea.
For me, the sea of my homeland means everything! It's the image of my beloved home, with my grandparents, parents, siblings, and all the loved ones who have shared a single frame of memories. Only when I set foot back here do I feel like I don't need to grow up anymore...!
Duc Bao
Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/van-hoa/chao-nhe-yeu-thuong/202512/ve-voi-bien-que-huong-7970fc4/
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