Childhood fun (fishing) 200 words

There is an artificially dug canal in the south of the village, because it is close to the south kiln in the neighboring village. The villagers call it Nanyao River, and the water here flows down from the mountains in the south.

In summer, the upstream sluice is opened, and the river that has been dry for a season is full of vitality. The banks of the river are shaded by green willows, and the steep slopes are full of all kinds of small flowers, competing for each other. This season is the season for children.

We called our friends, took washbasins, buckets and grates, came to the river (in fact, the water here is not deep, only reaching our children's calves), rolled up our trouser legs and jumped directly into the river. We dammed the water with mud, muddied it, and then climbed to the shore to play. When we are crazy enough and tired of playing, we will see how many fish and shrimp are stopped in the dam. At this time, we will work together in Qi Xin, some with colander, some with portable water to the shore, and some with pots and barrels for fish and shrimp. We are very busy. If we are lucky, we will be lucky to catch one or two turtles with green shells. Let's look back at our friends. Their faces are covered with mud. When we got home, mom and dad helped us make oil and water, and we left a sumptuous dinner on the summer night of our childhood, which we will never forget.