The poem of the highest realm of fishing

A child with unkempt hair and immature face is learning to fish by the river. He is sitting sideways in the grass, and his shadow is set off by weeds.

Hearing the voice of passers-by, the child waved, afraid to disturb the fish and dare not respond to passers-by.

A child with unkempt hair is learning to fish by the river, sitting sideways on raspberry-like moss, and his figure is covered by weeds.

The little man feeds the bait and the woman rubs the silk, and the fragrant mash is spilled backwards? .

At sunrise, two fish are eating, and the family is laughing and laughing in Nanchi.

The little boy is preparing bait, his wife is twisting silk to make fishing line, and his husband wears a white hat upside down, and the full hip flask overflows with a strong aroma.

The sun rises two poles high, which is the time for fish to feed. The family is fishing in Nanchi. They are very happy to receive a lot of fish.

Whitehead waves on the Chinese Pulsatilla, and one family moves the Jiangpu wind.

He just caught a bass, and his son and grandchildren are busy collecting firewood in the silver grass to make a fire and roast fish.

There is a white-haired fisherman rolling on the river. His home is on this fishing boat, floating in the wind.

The old fisherman just caught a foot-long bass, and his children and grandchildren were busy blowing the fish on fire among the flowers.