As soon as I got home and sat down, my dad told me about the fishing situation in Yuanjiang, saying that there were a lot of fishing under Wenchang Pavilion, and the catch was good. The silver carp caught was as big as twenty or thirty kilograms, and the smallest was more than five or six kilograms. From time to time, I turned on my mobile phone and let me watch the fishing video. The scene of the pole bending and diving in the video once again aroused my eager fishing desire. I wish I couldn't go fishing with my pole immediately. Unfortunately, my fishing equipment was not carried with me, so I could only reminisce about the fun of fishing and the exciting scene of fighting with big fish. During the conversation, I couldn't help asking my dad, isn't it a closed fishing season? Why are there still people fishing? Dad said that the propaganda and control of the county government in the fishing ban is still very strong. During the fishing ban, net fish, electric fish, fried fish and fishing with sea poles are strictly prohibited, but one person is allowed to fish with one rod and one hook, and the fishery administration departments will conduct irregular inspections and all-weather supervision. After listening to this, my heart suddenly relieved.
As far as I know, the river that flows through Taoyuan is called Yuanjiang, also known as Yuanshui. It is the second largest water system among the four waters of Dongting Lake: Hunan, Guizhou, Yuan and Cun. It originates from Jiguanling, Yunwu Mountain, Guizhou Province, flows through southeastern Guizhou, enters western Hunan, and flows into Dongting Lake in Hanshou County, Changde City. The Yuanjiang River Basin has a good ecological environment, rich aquatic resources and more than 100 kinds of fresh water. The main famous products are "bighead fish", mandarin fish, silver carp, snakehead, Chinese soft-shelled turtle, herring, grass carp and eel, etc. These fish are tender in meat, delicious in taste and rich in nutrition, and often attract fishing enthusiasts from all over the country.
As night falls, the lights are on. In the misty rain, I walked with my wife along Zhangzhang Middle Road to the east along the Taoyuan River. Standing on the embankment, watching the distant mountains like Dai, the fishing boat lying still, the oblique wind and drizzle, and a few egrets calling for homing in the air from time to time, half of the river is misty and rainy, and half of the river is green. This situation seems to make people place themselves in the "Night Scene of the Embankment" by Dong Yuan, a painter of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
From the flood memorial statue down the river to the flood dam, thousands of meters of riverbanks have already been connected into pieces by crowded fishing spots. The fishing rods are uneven in length and uniformly supported on the river surface. The fluorescent fishing floats slowly on the water surface, and the red, green and blue colors are different, and the distance is different. The clear and green Yuanjiang River is decorated with colorful spots, which adds a bit of agility and joy to the poetry. This magnificent fishing scene makes people marvel at Wuling fishermen's love and devotion to night fishing! The night fishermen who are scrambling to come see the needle, mix food, make a nest, support the pole, adjust the standard, throw the pole, and protect it. The movements are orderly, busy and not chaotic, and the speed and skill are all admirable and admirable! Fishermen watch, each in his place, each enjoying himself. The scene of fishing in one place, booing everywhere, and people jumping happily explains the cheerful and happy of Taoyuan people incisively and vividly. The bait on both sides of the Yuanjiang River smells intoxicating and makes people stop and forget to return ...
Wang Shizhen, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, has already given a vivid and poetic description in "The Picture of Fishing Alone in Qiu Jiang": "One boat with a hat, one silk thread and one inch hook, one song and one bottle of wine, one person fishing alone for a river and autumn". The poem vividly depicts the chic of fishing. Although it catches the autumn of a river alone, it inevitably hides a little bleak and loneliness in its leisure.
I was born with a soft spot for fishing. I remember when I was a child, I used a bamboo stick as a pole, a hemp rope with my mother's sole as a thread, a sorghum stick as a standard, and a steel scrap wire as a quenching and forging tool to turn it into a fish hook. I dug some earthworms and maggots, or half-cooked sweet potatoes and corn as bait, and squatted in Shantang Reservoir or the river for a day and a half. I didn't have to eat or drink, no matter whether I caught anything, I just sat by the water and stared at the buoy. I got carried away and forgot the time and years. I often get scolded by my mother and corporal punishment by my father because I miss school and work due to fishing.
After taking part in the work, I am almost obsessed with fishing, so obsessed that I rub bait in the toilet and sleep in black. He once said, "There is light in front of the bed, and the fisherman is in a panic and doesn't wear clothes. Go to the whole fishing box first." As their own spiritual sayings. Every issue of "China Fishing" magazine must be bought, and every day's "Four Seas Fishing" channel must be watched. From fishing Wang Huashao in China to Li Damao in China, from Liu Zhiqiang, a grandmaster in Hunan, to Deng Gang in Tianyuan, Wuhan ... all the famous fishermen's fishing skills and Jianghu stories can be splashed, colorful and embellished for a long time without Baidu. I have also had the fishing experience of "heroic dedication" when I rented a boat with resident fishermen in Zhoushan Islands and suddenly encountered a typhoon and almost capsized. There are also unexpected surprises of catching snakes and pheasants without catching fish in rivers and lakes reservoirs at night; He also committed a bad record of "Air Force" when he went to the market to buy fish to protect his family and friends to satisfy vanity; There have also been triumphal joy and bitterness of returning home with full load ...
As the saying goes, "the benevolent loves mountains, while the wise love water". I don't know how to position myself. I have been sticking to my hobby in chaos and enjoying the fun of fishing. In my opinion, fishing is not only for the result that the fish is full, but whether it is caught or not is completely outside the body. Fishing for mountains and water is a kind of quiet and detached artistic conception. The fisherman is in the nature, enjoying a quiet, comfortable, pleasant and indifferent feeling alone. I think this may be the highest state of fishing!
Fishing is like this, so is life!
"Fish is served here, and fish is served here again" ... Some people are exclaiming with joy, escaping from prestige, only to see the fisherman stand upright, the tip of the pole is bent, the river is splashed with white water, and a huge "chubby fish" wags its head and wags its tail to pull with the fisherman. At this time, I hope that "chubby head" can struggle to get rid of the bad luck of being captured, and at the same time, I hope that the fisherman's persistence has not been in vain and pay the total.
The night is blue and the chill is blowing. Looking at the concentration and persistence of the fishermen on the river, and reminiscing about my fishing time, I reluctantly embarked on my way home, once again intoxicated by the thick bait fragrance on the bank of Yuanshui ...