The fishing port is always waiting for the return of fishing boats.

The empty fishing port is like a lonely seawall, lying silently. The fishing port is like a covered bridge. During a season when fishing boats are returning home after a flood or fishing moratorium, they gather together to meet each other. After sailing out to sea, it becomes a lonely and empty embankment, just like a building empty of people. The fishing port is always waiting for the return of fishing boats, just like a mother looking forward to the wanderers returning home early.

The golden waves jumping over the sea and the rising sun are the spectacle in the hearts of fishermen; the fishing boats and silver nets catching the spring light are the joy in the hearts of fishermen.

My hometown is by the sea, a beautiful coastal city. Of course, this beauty is inseparable from the fishing boats and nets in the sea, let alone the hard-working, simple and brave fishermen. When the sails were raised on the ship's pole, when the crew walked on the deck in a hurry and energetically, and when the seagulls made cheerful calls in the sky, we listened to the loud whistles. Fishing boats are about to go out to sea, and the crew members on the boats are waving goodbye to their loved ones, looking forward to the fishing boats returning with full loads.

It’s all smooth sailing, the sea is wide and I can fly high, the sun rises in the east, the sunset makes people drunk, and I work hard through the waves. Return safely and with full load.

What is completely different from the farm life of working at sunrise and returning at sunset is that the life of fishermen has seasonal changes. During the fishing moratorium, large fishing nets are piled up on the road by the sea, with many people sitting around them. There were men, women, old and young. They spread out the fishing nets and sat on small benches to mend the nets. They were so busy that they were sweating profusely, and their skillful skills were dizzying, adding a new labor movement to the beautiful harbor. After the fishing moratorium, the fishermen were bathed in the morning sun again and set sail confidently amid laughter and laughter.