Do Son - a place that has become familiar to the people of the port land. That's where I was born and raised, nurtured you in my arms immense kindness. Every summer, tourists come here every way to relax after a hot moments and tense city where noisy and boisterous.
Summer came, Son as more fun, more exciting and more crowded. Sea moved along, cheering on the white waves. Son beach in always beautiful. At dawn, the sun peeks out from distant untie sparkling four surface. Sea surface shimmering like silver plated, spreading immense. Light sea breeze came, whispering coconut, coconut boat swaying rustling as delegation welcomes fishing boats docked disengaged. The doctor fishing, sun and wind darker skin, wiry voice is exuberantly into the boat. It is time fishing village and most vibrant bustle. Sunny has nested windows, playing on the canopy of trees, and the leaves danced in the crowded beach begins. No freak waves that roared hectic. Distant waves as loner, quietly but increasingly inshore, as close to people, it's prancing white foam. Each wave layer as successive code hydrophobic groups carried ashore. Sandy beach in the summer sun glowed bright and vivid colors of clothing. Known bathing children mixed with the sound crisp rustling sea. Being immersed in the cool waters, playing with the waves playfully leaned across the back every now and then, really liked. But I like the most is the friends chased the clever biochemical machinery cuffs turned down tiny sand holes on the beach or find the true beauty sea snail as a souvenir.
At sunset! Mother sun sunshine hastily called cubs returned. The gentle sea surface and quietly, the light glistening droplets remain. Scarlet sun into the sea to find place to sleep. When the moon itself. Light gold on the water. I go for a walk with friends on the beach, listening to the murmur of the waves, his voice becoming sighs of delight sea in the cool breeze brought salty breath of the sea to the mainland. Those tourists who, everyone likes a walk on the beach at night to enjoy the moments of stillness and gentle way.
Maybe later, I'll grow up to many places more famous scenic countryside Son me, but I still stick with native sea, love the sea more and more proud of the sea. I wished I had never lived mediterranean his beloved homeland.
