My hometown is a small coastal fishing village with tilted white sand to welcome the waves. All year round, waves rattled, smoothing undulating rock mounds close to the water's edge. Late in the morning, the boat went to the fishing net to land. Fishermen bring fish to the market to sell. My village has two hundred roofs, with the roof hidden behind the coconut trees, the poplar beach blowing in the wind. The village road is also covered with concrete, but there is also an intact section with sea sand. Children in the village go to a classroom nearby, right in the middle of a fishing village. Mixed in the sound of waves is the voice of children reading, the voice of the teacher. On village festival and grandpa's festival, the class is usually off and turned into a gathering place for villagers. Although my village is poor, I still love the village dearly. Tomorrow, when I go to school far away from my hometown, I will bring in my heart the sound of waves and the cool breeze of the ocean's four windswept seasons. I love the star of my hometown.
XIN HAY NHẤT