Don't fight, life is white, not bitter and not tired, life is tasteless.
Only when you are tired do you slow down, when you are wrong do you think of regret, when you are bitter do you know how to be satisfied, when you are hurt, you understand that you are strong, and when you are drunk, you know that it is unforgettable.
Fate is given by parents, cherish the point; the road is their own, be careful!
When upset, remember three sentences: Forget it, it's okay, it will pass.
No matter how annoying, don't forget to smile; no matter how anxious, you must also pay attention to the tone;
No matter how bitter, don't forget to insist; no matter how tired, you must love yourself;
Low-key people will be more stable than once; high-profile work you will be better than once;
Don't forget the past when you succeed; don't forget that there is a future when you fail; work hard to get what you expect, and don't mind what you don't want to get.
May Day holiday, weekend life reduction of one day. After catching fish in the morning, hurry back to watch the children play basketball, buy vegetables, cook...
In the afternoon, the children still had classes, and the hemp took them with them, and suddenly drowsiness struck, and it was already four or five o'clock when they woke up. Children come home from class to enjoy the weekly cartoons and are not in the mood to go out at all. Well, each with its own arrangements, hurry up and meet up with your fishing buddy and set off for fishing.
When I got to the shore, I observed from a distance, the location of the bathroom was still lively, and many anglers were on the rod. Consider going to the deep waters, maybe there are big fish after dark. Moreover, in the afternoon, this position is generally no one, and the fishing position is chosen at will.
Find a good position and get ready to get off the pole. The bait has been opened, and the rod is set up to start fishing.
Rod after rod, rod by rod, wild fishing, nest fishing is the first.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, I smoked for a long time, drifting black four or five times, and floating seven or eight times, but empty guns again and again. Don't be abused by small trash fish.
Even the cat hiding in the bushes waited impatiently, barked for a while, came out to see, and then went back to hide, boringly repeating this simple action.
Until about half an hour after the fishing, watching the floating drift for a while, slightly sinking, pumping, fishing, the rod fish finally arrived. A small walk, out of the water, a tail palm.
Thanks to the kitten's intolerance, this must be given to it as a gift.
I thought that such a large Tilfi and such a small cat could not be sure, as a result, as soon as the fish landed, it was immediately picked up and hid in the bushes to enjoy it.
At this point, the river is obviously much more comfortable, and many anglers have rushed to the shore one after another to release the target fishing position.
Not long after the first fish was on, that is, the kitten finished eating the first tail of the kung fu, and the float came to action again.
There will be one more cat, and two will quietly stand on the shore, waiting for their dinner.
No, another tail, the fish has just come ashore, which will have a competitor, the cat arched up, ready to rush forward to eat. Or a tail of applause, a little smaller, hurry up and give it to diners.
The cat that had eaten a fish was obviously more proactive and bold enough, and although it was small, it also successfully scared off the larger cat and harvested a plate of food again.
With the company of these elves, fishing instantly comes alive, more motivated, more colorful. The angler soon felt it, packed up, and joined the army of cats.
A few rods were smoked, a black drift, a draw, and another tail. Good fellow, this fish is impatient enough, after the hook quickly out, fortunately in time to press the rod into the water, otherwise it will be tug-of-war. Pushing out of the water and pulling ashore, it turned out to be a rare indigenous fish, the earth carp.
The cat had been disturbed by passers-by and hid, and the fish was first kept in the fish guard.
Hang on the bait and continue. It is said that this earth carp is still a group activity, one tail comes ashore, and then another tail comes, and even the pole is gone.
This tail is smaller and goes directly to the cat. It's finally the turn of the bigger cat...
There were fish floating in the sky, thicker, obscuring the sun and revealing a glow. The surface of the water is still a slight wave, gently lapping at the river embankment.
Fish, still on, tilapia and wheat carp...
The angler side uses a harder bait, sinks to the bottom, guards the big carp, and throws it leisurely.
The sky is already dark, change to the night drift to see clearly, smoke for a while, wait for a while, suddenly floating and there is movement, sinking, pumping, fish! There are many pedestrians on the shore, it is not safe to fly, shouting for fishing friends to help carry them to the shore, a wheat carp.
The sky is getting darker, the fish mouth is gradually decreasing, and the angler adopts a different strategy. Anglers are keeping, this side of the frequency, even if there is no mouth on the fish, but also maintain a rod and a rod of frequency pumping, nesting, luring fish.
At seven o'clock, the shore landscape lights lit up, and finally another bite came, smoking, a wheat carp came ashore.
The little wits waiting behind them were a little impatient, and they were on their tiptoes, ready to meet the delicacy.
Well, give them anyway, and as for who can get it, it's up to them.
The victor returned quickly to the bushes with dinner, leaving only the other one, a slightly desolate cry.
Hurry up, hurry up fishing, guests waiting.
Unfortunately, the pedestrians on the shore became more and more dense, and they walked by in waves. Although the fish came quickly, the guests were already gone...
The fish placed on the edge of the bushes stayed alone until they were picked up by a passing uncle and brought home to feed the cats...
At this moment, the sky was completely dark. The view is limited to a small range by the light, and more beauty is shrouded in night.
Floating on the surface of the dark river is particularly clear against the background of the night. Suddenly moved, sank, black drifted, smoked, fished!
Walk up, walk up, start a little harder, but soon lose.
Top out of the water, through the light of the street lamp, you can see that it is actually a scavenger!
My God, this guy is annoying, but he hasn't caught it in a long time.
Three or two times copied ashore, but it was still the right mouth.
Although the size is not large, this black guy has also attracted a lot of attention and attention. Some people even joke that this thing is suitable for sprinkling some cumin barbecue...
Worried about how to deal with it, a grandfather who stepped on a bicycle asked if he didn't want it, he wanted to take it home and put it in the fish tank...
What a good man, it must be given to Uncle. Just put it in the basket and go where it should go.
I thought there would be no mouth after nightfall, but after this scavenger, the fish mouth was surprisingly good. Then there is a rod, a wheat carp, a carp.
Look at the time, there is still a while before eight o'clock, then hit a few more rods, and then collect the rod fish and leave.
After holding on for a while, playing a few rods, the floating signal came again, pumping, and the rod fish came. A small wheat carp, please help fishing friends pull the line...
It was almost time to go ashore, the sub-line hung in the trough on the shore, and the fish took the opportunity to take off the hook and go away.
Forget it, after all, they are all hooked, and it is also considered that the rod fish has arrived. In addition, the flow of the river suddenly accelerated, and it seemed that the floodgates were opened below. In this case, the water will last for several hours, and the fish is not easy to catch, so collect it, and collect it when it is good.
After three or two times, the equipment was packed, the bait was left for the fishing friend, the garbage was collected and the trash can was thrown away, and the fishing friend said goodbye and left.
A short hour of fishing, a beautiful slap on the shore, let the kitten enjoy a rich weekend dinner; and the long-lost scavenger was also brought to the environment suitable for its production by the passing uncle; in addition, there are repeated landings of the earth carp, and a variety of fish brought by the rod...
Life is so beautiful!