My hometown is a small village on the central coast with white sandy beaches leaning against the waves. All year round, the sea waves whisper, cleaning the rough rocky mounds of water. In the early morning, go fishing to the wharf. Dan Tri Fish go to the market to sell. My village has nearly two roofs, with a roof hidden behind coconut trees, a beach where the wind blows. The road is also paved with concrete, but there are parts of the road that still carry sea sand. Children in the village come nearby to take classes, right in the middle of the hamlets. Mixed in the waves are the children's voices, the teacher's lecture. Entering the village and paying homage to the fisherman, classes are often stopped and turned into a meeting place for the villagers. Although my village is poor, I still love the village dearly. Tomorrow, when I go to school far from my hometown, I will bring in the sound of the waves and the cool breeze of the splendid beach. I love my hometown beach village.
