Back to the homeland sea

I am a child born and raised in the peaceful and hospitable land of Nha Trang. Whenever I go far away, I always miss the sea deeply. It seems that only when I return to the sea, to my beloved homeland, can I feel complete happiness. Because the sea of ​​my homeland has been deeply ingrained in my subconscious since when. All of our childhood memories are closely linked to the blue sea like a "contract" that I dare not erase.

My family is originally from a small fishing village, which has been here for 5 generations. The village is located in the south of Nha Trang city (now called Nam Nha Trang ward). This place has the poetic Quan Truong river flowing through it, following the water flow to the estuary, heading straight to the East Sea. People often call this place Cua Be fishing village. The name sounds rustic.

I had the opportunity to travel to many places for work and meet many new friends. I realized one thing, I can change everything, all the ways of addressing, but I can never change the name of my hometown. Instead of avoiding or deliberately calling it in a beautiful way, I am willing to introduce Cua Be fishing village to them.

In each of those stories, I seem to relive the nostalgic space of my childhood in this small village. The scene of fishing boats returning, tearing through the mist, carrying many kinds of fresh seafood. The bustling trading scene that I still remember and call it “the sound of the fishing village”. The sound of happiness signaling the start of a new day and a bountiful harvest.

Flashing through my mind are the afternoons when my father took us to the beach and taught us how to swim. Gradually, we became very good swimmers, without fear. Sometimes we even imagined ourselves as great swimmers on the blue racetrack.

The sea of ​​our homeland has silently nurtured us to grow up day by day. It has also brought abundant livelihood to the fishermen. So that each trip far away when returning is a song of joy of the journey of hard work at sea.

As for me, the sea of ​​my hometown is everything! It is the image of my beloved home, with my grandparents, my parents, my siblings, and all my loved ones who have stood together in a frame of memories. Only when I set foot back here, I feel that I don't need to grow up...!

Duc Bao

Source: https://baodongnai.com.vn/van-hoa/chao-nhe-yeu-thuong/202512/ve-voi-bien-que-huong-7970fc4/