What should I say to the fish in the mood phrase before killing the fish?

Women weave knots online, men scatter their strength in the water, and there is a wave in both women's and men's eyes, flashing red and hope. Women's hands are really powerful, men's hands are careless, women are swinging paddles, and they are light and leisurely. Men spread their fishing nets, and the boats are scrambling to move. When the rope net is tight, the fish will jump up. The wind blows together, the waves beat together, men and women line up, tread the river, look for the fragrance of fish, and harvest the heavy fishing songs with beautiful rhythm.

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2. At night, bathing in the clear lake will refresh you. At dinner, the whole family had a delicious fish feast. Braised grass carp slices, dried shrimps, spicy lobster balls, steamed crabs, yellow croaker bean curd soup, horseshoe rice fried Artemisia bracteata, drinking homemade pure valley wine and enjoying the golden moon lake rising in the refreshing lake wind. ...

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3. Overlooking Xitang, a water town with white walls and ink tops, the ship's shadow shines like a pale rice paper painting under the mist; Walking into Xitang, the verandah is old and the alley is deep, which seems to have entered a long history. Rivers have been legends for thousands of years. There are countless romantic feelings in the rippling blue waves. A small bridge flows with water, so you can't get out. A fishing boat can't move Liu Xi ... The beauty that has been precipitated for a long time in my heart is like running water.

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There are fishermen coming and going on the river, and they are a little fat. How many years have passed in a hurry, but my old wooden boat can't take away history, but the long river has dried up and the sunshine is like the morning heart. I am a fisherman, and history has cleaned up everything in the past, and the past has taken away countless sufferings. Today, in a hurry, I crossed the pier, I crossed the viaduct, and I sailed to the seaside. My heart is as wide as the sea-I am a fisherman, and my old wooden boat, grandparents and parents have all been eliminated by history. Sweat and tears soaked the long pole, the wooden boat and the history. Similarly, I am a young heart and I am fishing.