I took a nap in the afternoon and was awakened by Third Sister. We made an appointment long ago to visit the second sister's family today. The second sister lives in a town forty miles away from the county seat and raises fish in the suburb of the town.
The weather is refreshing today, just like our mood. Third sister, caring for her 11-year-old nephew, my wife and I, together with four people, got into a taxi. On the way, I only asked my little nephew about his study, and I arrived before I could enjoy the scenery along the way.
second sister, they have been waiting at the fish pond hut for a long time. It's already half past three in the afternoon. We went into the house and had a cup of tea, and we chatted for a while. The second brother-in-law said, "It's windy today, and it's hard to catch fish. I'll catch two nets of fish and bring them back for you." We all said it was too much trouble, goodbye, and we ate a lot before. I didn't know my nephew said, "Then go and fight. I love your fish."
the second brother-in-law neatly put on fishing clothes and rubber boots, and was fully armed. Carrying a fishing net, I went out of the door. The little nephew followed his ass with a red rubber bucket, and we got up and followed him out one by one.
Not far from the cabin, there is a small step made of abandoned prefabricated blocks on the bank of the pond. The second brother-in-law untied the small shuttle-shaped steel boat tied there and got on the boat with bamboo poles. The little nephew stepped up first and stood behind. Brother-in-law uses bamboo poles, gently on the left and right sides of the boat. The boat is like a fish, swimming leisurely along the edge of the fish pond, and the little nephew is stretching a pair of small hands behind him, like a bird with wings spread, swimming on the water with the rhythm of the boat, laughing so brightly and comfortably! Only then did I understand that he was clamoring for fishing, but the drunkard's intention was not to drink, which was better than the children's amusement park.
The second brother-in-law is on the boat, cleaning the branches and sundries by the pond with bamboo poles from time to time. In order to clear the way for fishing and casting nets, I rowed back for about half an hour, tied the boat and went ashore.
start fishing. The second brother-in-law wound the steel rope of the fishing net back and forth into a fishing net edge together with a part, held it in his left hand, grasped the sorted fishing net in his right hand, chose a bubbling water surface, stood firm, spread his feet apart, crouched in a stance of horse stance just look, turned around fiercely, shouted "hi", and threw the fishing net forcibly over the middle of the fish pond, like a huge morning glory in full bloom.
When the fishing net sank to the bottom of the pool and fish began to jump, the second brother-in-law seized the opportunity and began to slowly pull the steel rope into his arms, dragging it one by one, gently with his left and right hands alternately, dragging it to the shore, and then lifting it up and putting it on the shore. The little nephew, who had been waiting by for a long time, rushed over with a bucket and cried, "None of them were hit, only a few snails." He shouted and reported the results to everyone like a target keeper.
the second brother-in-law analyzed that a small tree opened the fishing net and all the fish ran away. He put down the fishing net, picked up a long bamboo pole, pushed it into the fish pond along the edge, and slowly went forward to test the underwater situation. Naughty little nephew, followed by fart Dian fart, very busy. Presumably, my brother-in-law has chosen a place to get off the net.
another gust of wind blew, and I took a deep breath. An earthy fragrance, mixed with a faint fishy smell, is refreshing and refreshing. The long-lost smell attracted me, and I wandered unconsciously along the dirt road by the pool.
This fish pond is about 21 meters away from the eastern embankment, and a cement village road leads directly to the hut beside the fish pond, which is very convenient for getting in and out, pulling bait and selling fish. The water surface of the whole fish pond is 89 mu, which is a regular rectangle. The breeze wrinkled the pool water, sparkling, mixed with green and moist as jade, and the sunlight shone on the northwest corner of the pond, shining like golden bait sprinkled. On the west bank of the pond stood a row of tall and thin poplars, guarding the fish pond like sentries.
The wind is still blowing gently, and a row of little poplars humbly bow their heads to the west, as if to salute the evening sun. At the southeast corner of the pond, there is a square lotus pond of about one or three acres. The lotus leaves have withered, and they are draped on slender green stalks, like a full-color headscarf draped over the young women's heads. The gray lotus leaves are towering, like young women holding a cough beep, and the square of lotus leaves is like a band. Isn't that the sound of toot the music they play? Autumn in October, the glory of sunset at dusk, and the scene of fishermen's labor in the evening are not worth playing?
slowly, I climbed to the roof of a familiar house in the east, and looked west, and my eyes suddenly widened. The area of more than 1,111 mu in Fiona Fang is full of fish ponds, large and small, like huge crystal green carpets paved, soft and tender, stretching to the horizon. Only how high the sunset is, the sky is dyed red. That scene is beautiful.
Perhaps it was Ma Liang who painted a watercolor scroll of fisherman's sunset red in the evening on a whim, and it was cool in the sky. Look at that touch of light, like a thick pale gray dusk, which exploded a golden crack in various ways. The sparkling circle in the middle is a gold ring that god and goddess meet at dusk and prepare to give to their lover. Looking forward to a lovesickness tonight, the goddess of the Ming Dynasty, wearing a gold ring, rose in the east with a red sun and met again.
"Come and see, there are many fish." Cheers downstairs again, I lost myself in this beautiful scenery, came to my senses, quickly went downstairs, and participated in the crowd of onlookers. I gained a lot. My second sister was carrying a bucket full of fish and was walking to the hut. There were catfish, silver carp, bream and crucian carp on the ground ... alive and kicking, about 51 kilograms together. Many people, both adults and children, are twittering about which two nets are well played and which two nets are empty. I don't know how many nets have been cast. It's half past five and it's time to call it a day.
our party, you carry the fish, I lead the dog, facing the breeze, covered with sunset glow, laughing and laughing, all of them burst into tears as if they had picked up a thallium of gold, and all the way back to the second sister's house, looking forward to a delicious fish feast.
I was infected and influenced by this long-lost rich peasant life, and I couldn't help thinking: Isn't this life like casting a net? We cast a net hopefully every day, but when we close the net, there may not be fish in the net; As long as we don't give up casting nets, there will always be a net that can catch fish. Even if the net is empty, won't it gain experience and fun? Why care too much about the result? The process of casting a net is the most enjoyable and joyful!