Adapt an ancient poem from the second semester of third grade into a short story

Children's Fishing

A child with a shaggy head learns fishing, sitting sideways in the shadow of strawberry grass. Passers-by asked and waved, fearing that they would be frightened and ignored.

One day, it was sunny and windy. It was really a good weather for fishing! But Gouwa's father never wants Gouwa to go fishing. After breakfast, my father went out for something. Gouwa was very happy. He took the opportunity to take out his father's fishing rod, fishing line and fishing line, and ran to the river happily.

When we arrived at the river, there were already many adults fishing! Gouwa was also ready to go fishing, but then he thought: "Oh no, I don't know how to fish yet!" "I can learn from the adults!" "But what if they are joking!" Gouwa suddenly saw a piece of quilt that was very fishy. The big rocks were covered by tall weeds and covered with moss. Gouwa thought to himself: I can go fishing there! So Gouwa sat on the big rock, with the tall weeds covering most of his body.

Gouwa watched from the weeds how the adults fished. They threw lines, and Gouwa followed suit. But Gouwa's line could never be thrown very far. He threw it again and again, and again and again, but the line was always at the river's edge! But he was not discouraged. He picked up the fishing line again, hung up the earthworms, and used all his strength to feed them, ah! This throw indeed went very far.

Gouwa sat sideways on the stone and looked at his fishing rod quietly. After a while, a few small bubbles appeared next to the fishing line. Are these bubbles spit by the fish? Gouwa was fascinated. Suddenly Gou Wa heard a voice. He looked up and saw an uncle on his way shouting to him: "Little brother, how to get to Liangjiacun?"

Isn't Liangjiacun nearby! Gouwa was afraid that he would scare the fish away if he made a sound, so he pretended not to hear, lowered his head and continued to look at his fishing rod.

A few seconds later, the voice came again, and it was at least ten times louder than before, "Little brother, tell me quickly, I'm in a hurry!"

Gouwa I thought: "You are anxious, I am still anxious! Uncle, uncle, please stop asking me, go ask someone else! My fish are almost scared away by you!" Gouwa waved to the uncle He waved his hand, ignored him, and continued to look at his fishing rod.