When I woke up, I returned to the small fishing village in Eastern Mindong in 1983.
Looking at the dilapidated tile-roofed house and the sallow and skinny siblings, I picked up the broken fishing net in the corner.
The neighbor laughed: "Ah Hai, you can't even catch the shrimps in your net!"
I laughed but said nothing - as a doctor of oceanography, I know that there is a group of large yellow croaker hidden under this sea area that is about to become extinct.
When the first net of golden fish lit up the entire beach, the director of the collection station excitedly held my hand.
Half a year later, I bought the first motorized fishing boat in the county, and people who had laughed at me rushed to come and learn from me.
And I just looked at the blue sea and smiled: This is just the beginning.
