Prose describing the mood when fishing.

1, sitting alone by the water, hanging at night. There is an emotion surging in my heart, going to Qiu Lai in summer and going to the winter solstice in autumn. The passage of time does not know whether it is sad or what to leave for yourself.

2. Sitting by the lake, watching this round of bright moon rise in the early winter's whisper, the dull, cold moonlight mumbles in my heart. I don't know whether I should enjoy myself at this moment or brew a trace of melancholy with this rich coffee. The cold wind in early winter brings familiar field breath, and countless poems are sung in my heart. This moment belongs to this still water, to the autumn leaves here, and to this row of fishing rods standing by the water. ...

3. Autumn leaves fall, the four seasons cycle, and the moonlight is hazy and beautiful. What am I thinking? Looking up at the sky, the moonlight dripped into my eyes, and my unsmooth smile could not resist the melancholy in my heart. Walking in the quiet lake with the wind, the lonely blowing in the wind reflected by the clear water of a lake, the dream in my heart swayed gently in the fallen leaves under my feet with the fog in winter.

4. When a person is fishing, it is not only natural but also spiritual to be carefree and enjoy peace. You can look at the calm water, listen to birds, smell flowers, breathe fresh air, enjoy leisure and feel relaxed. I feel comfortable whether I catch it or not.

5, the fish quickly take the bait, pick the fish, hang the food, wait ... invest in hope and wait for the harvest; Harvest joy, harvest confidence, and harvest satisfaction. ...

6. When the sun sets, the bloody sunset hangs on the treetops where all the leaves have fallen. The small golden light on the surface of the water flows and flashes, like a cheerful note score on a golden movement, playing a harmonious melody and flowing on the pond.

7. The float sank a little. I held my breath and pulled up the fishing rod with ecstasy. A lively, big and fat fish appeared in front of him.

8. Silver scales sparkle in the sun. It is struggling desperately, and my heart is secretly complacent. I walked carefully to the recovery line, and the fishing rod was pulled into a meniscus.

9. I seem to have uprooted the fish. When it was pulled out, its tail kept swinging. I pulled the hook out of the fish mouth, put the fish food on it and threw it into the water.

10, I stood up excitedly, took the struggling fish off the fishing rod, put it in the fish basket, and sat down to continue fishing. But I can't calm down. I can't help looking at the fish in the fish basket. I forced myself to calm down. There are bigger fish behind me. I finally calmed down and went on fishing.