Fishing for the first time in leisure.

Last Saturday, my husband's students and I went fishing in the village. This is the first time in my life to take part in fishing.

I thought I was fishing by the pond of a farm, but when I arrived at my destination, I found it in a reservoir.

When the car entered the winding mud road from the cement road, my heart was beating drums. What kind of mountain angle will it be?

Not bad! There are no eighteen bends in the mountain road, and it only takes about 5 minutes to reach the destination.

When I got off the bus, a large reservoir appeared in front of me. The reservoir is not endless, but there is an island in the middle. The reservoir is separated by islands and goes far away. As far as I can see, this reservoir is no longer regular. It is said that the extension is quite far, and the whole reservoir is about 500 mu.

The water is clear. From time to time, there are fish playing happily by the water meter. There is a slightly wider sand road at the corner of the reservoir. On the road are the house of the reservoir contractor and three bungalows, which are rough. The contractor is a middle-aged couple in the countryside. The woman looks very ordinary, with a small figure, dark skin and buck teeth. She is frank, talkative and enthusiastic. I said pour some hot water, and she immediately turned on the water dispenser to heat it for me.

The man is tall and thin, with regular facial features and tanned skin. After a short talk with him, he felt much smarter than a woman.

There are five of us. My husband and I can't fish. We just came to the countryside to get some fresh air. There is also a couple who come to fish specially, especially their wife, who actually brought three nets, which are said to be used to catch small fish.

They put down their fishing gear in a shed near the reservoir and began to make preparations. We are not interested in fishing, so we decided to take a walk along the overgrown path near the reservoir.

Walking on this thorny road that can just pass a person, I feel a little scared, not afraid of ghosts, but afraid of snakes. My husband's western shorts and bare legs are exposed in this Shan Ye, so I can only be careful.

"Shall we pick up a stick?" I suggested.

"Well, it's about getting hit with a stick." Husband agrees.

We picked up branches as sticks and walked slowly while peeling weeds.

After a while, I came to a corner. When I walked forward, the Woods were dense, so I didn't dare to go, so I went back the same way.

The three of them were busy by the reservoir, and the net cover and fishing rod were put down, waiting for the fish to bite.

The fishing method of throwing fish far away is said to be called "fishing rod", which takes the route of Jiang Taigong, and the fisherman just needs to wait for him. If the fish floats from jumping to sinking, it means that a fish has been hooked. The fisherman can pull the fish to the shore by shaking the spinner on the fishing rod to take up the line, and then take in the net with a long-handled net bag, and it's done.

Maybe there are more fish in the reservoir, or maybe there are fewer fishermen, and the fish have not become cunning. A few fishing rods were harvested from time to time, and within a few hours, more than a dozen were caught.

In the process of continuous harvesting, her husband's students called him: "teacher, come quickly, the fish has been hooked." Try it. Pull the fish up. How can you find the feeling and fun of fishing without trying? "

Husband ran to the water, bent down to pick up the fishing rod and put it on his stomach. He held the fishing rod tightly in his left hand and shook the cable puller with his right hand, calling me while operating: "Get the net bag!" "

I picked up the long-handled net bag and ran to my husband. I have been asking: "The fish didn't run away, did it?"

"No, no, when the fish reaches the shore, you should act quickly." My husband is a little nervous and excited.

I saw the fishing rod in my husband's hand getting more and more bent, and the thin line at the end of the fishing rod slowly pulled the fish over. Fish are naturally unwilling, constantly swinging, struggling and jumping, but it is difficult to be free again! No matter how clever fish are, they can't compare with human beings as the spirit of all things.

When the fish came to the shore, I opened the net bag and put the fish in the net. When I squatted down to pick up the hooks, I found several hooks embedded in the fish. No wonder they say that once a fish is hooked, it can hardly escape. It turns out that there are many hooks and the design is exquisite. The more the fish struggles, the deeper the hook.

It feels really good to catch fish, and it is very fulfilling. No wonder many fishing enthusiasts stay all day.

Besides the sense of accomplishment, I think there may be other reasons. Generally, people who fish choose quiet places. Can they calmly think about many problems while waiting for the fish to bite? I think it should be like this.

This time, several people went fishing, and my husband simply followed, because he retired and had nothing to do. His students are worried, and they need to send their feelings to the mountains and rivers to vent their deep bad emotions. Friends of his students, the couple really came out to enjoy fishing. They have a good life, their children have taken part in the work, and their work units are also very good. Now, for them, life is just poetry and distance.

Sometimes we will come together because of one thing, but our deep feelings are completely different.