My people, my motherland.

My hometown is on the coast of the South Yellow Sea, where the sea and the sky meet in white, and a huge palm extends to the east of Du! There are endless first tidal flats in the east, winding levees, Haizi cattle in the east, and the world's first fresh, high-pitched and beautiful Xindian folk songs with unique flavor ... The vast sea water, blue sky, endless tidal flats and even unpretentious Rudong people all describe the unique customs of the South Yellow Sea. However, before the reform and opening up, my hometown was a different scene. Simple fishermen live at sea. In the past, some poor fishermen in the South Yellow Sea could not afford fishing boats and nets, so they had to live on the small sea. On the days of small floods and between the ebb of big floods, they went to the seaside with double-toothed rakes and two sea bags, stepping on clams, catching snails and picking up mud snails. Sometimes, when the tide is still low, I stand in the grass trough and catch small fish and shrimp with a small net. This kind of driving to the sea is called going to the small sea.

You have to know the tides to go to Xiaohai. When there is a big flood, there is a small flood; They know when the tide is high and when it is low during the flood season, and they can also tell the direction on the deserted open beach. Therefore, the young men who go to Xiaohai first are led by the old haihu, otherwise it is easy to have an accident. All the people walk to the seaside. They have to make great efforts to step on and rake with their feet. Against the blue sky and beige sand beach, the vigorous figure of the dry sea people is like a Haizi cow. Due to long-term exposure to the sea breeze and the sun, their old faces and bronzed skin show the vicissitudes of their lives and the hardships of their days. They wore a cool little hat, naked and barefoot, and tied a cattail millet bag around their waist, digging and stepping on the beach like treasure hunting. Sometimes, for the sake of safety, when the sea bag is not full, we go back with a long pole. In response to the meteor-like footsteps, the pole fluttered and jumped rhythmically on the shoulder. At that time, there was a song among them: stepping on a worm's paw (clam) in the sea, picking up mud snails by the way, carrying them ashore, and being happy all the way. In fact, at that time, clams were very cheap, and ten pounds could be bought for a dime. What was even less valuable was snails and snails. Fishermen who rely on small seas to support their families are naturally very difficult and embarrassed. But they have a sea.