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My hometown is a small fishing village on the central coast. This place has a white sand beach that runs along the sea. All year round, the waves of the sea lap, tossing white foam licking the shore. In the morning, the sea surface shimmers in the early sun. Each convoy of boats went fishing nets to dock. The fishing wharf is bustling with laughter and trading. That place is the village of ten thousand fishermen. The roofs are hidden behind the soaring poplars. The beach is whispering and the wind is blowing. The winding village road is also coated with concrete. In the middle of the village is the school I attended. Day after day, the voice of the song resounded
