There is a fish pond in front of Lao Lin's house, covering an area of more than three acres. The owner of the pond is Zhu from the neighboring village. Lao Lin's family was poor, and when he was a child, he would inevitably do something to catch fish day and night, and he would inevitably be scolded and chased.
Later, Lao Lin fell in love with fishing. Once, he caught a big fish weighing more than six catties. At that time, Lao Lin was proud of himself and wrote a song "Huanxisha": flowers blossomed in a slanting wind and drizzled, and peaches and willows were sandwiched between two green flowers. The scenery is vaguely the same as last year. One pole is romantic and blue, and there is nothing to do at leisure. Who is Shan Weng in the seat?
Lao Lin likes fishing, especially eating fish.
In Puzhehei, Yunnan, there is a lotus flower and a section of water, where there is lotus fragrance. Lao Lin looked a little tired and went fishing with Xiao Lin, Lao Chen and Xiao Chen in a nearby river. This river produces a kind of fish, one finger is big, the scales are fine, the fish body is bluish white, and it likes to bite. Lao Lin and Chen kept lifting their poles, while Xiao Lin and Chen kept picking up fish. After a while, they caught less than half a bucket. In the evening, Lao Lin brought the fish and went straight to the restaurant. The shopkeeper had a good skill, and the fried fish was symmetrical and yellowish, with a fragrant smell. When you are full of wine and rice, you ask what is the best dish, and you all say fish. Lao Linzhi was full of pride and laughed.
Zhang Ailing said that there are three hates in life: one is that begonia is odorless, the other is that the red chamber is unfinished, and the third is that crucian carp is prickly. The old forest is blind, the appearance of Haitang has not been clarified, and it doesn't matter whether it is fragrant or not; Gao E continued, but also readable, not to mention hate; Only the crucian carp is prickly, and the heart is sad. I once ordered a pot of crucian carp bean curd soup in Dali. The crucian carp was produced in Erhai Lake, three or four fingers big, and was boiled in Cangshan spring water with bean curd. The fish soup is thick, white and mellow, and the fish is fresh and tender. Lao Lin took a sip of soup and ate a piece of fish, which was amazing. He was trying to make a big splash, but he was stuck by a thorn and couldn't get in or out. The thorn is very small, and it doesn't hurt much. It just makes you unwilling to eat and drink. For example, the word "fish in the throat" is really in place, and Lao Lin looks at the fish and sighs with hatred.
There are many kinds of fish and many ways to eat them, but Lao Lin thinks that only steaming can get its taste. Steaming fish is simple. Just heat the oil with shredded ginger and soy sauce. Steamed fish can keep its shape and taste. If shredded onion is added, the fish will feel like clear water. Once in Zhenyuan ancient town, Lao Lin found a riverside seat, prepared wine, and prepared some steamed fish to eat. The shopkeeper is very embarrassed. He can cook fish, but he can't cook steamed fish. No way, Lao Lin had to be both a diner and a cook, and showed off his talents in front of the chef in the kitchen in a strange place. After reading and tasting, the shopkeeper was full of praise. Lao Lin thought, will there be more steamed fish in the manned menu in the future?
"People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch." Zhang Jiying wanted to eat perch from his hometown, and even refused to be an official. You can imagine the beauty of fish. Now the pond in front of Lao Lin's house has become a wild pond, with grass in spring, frogs in summer and village children for fishing at four o'clock. When Lao Lin returned to the countryside, he always liked to walk by the pond, or watch fish, or watch fishing, or daydream. Memories of beauty and ugliness are all in this shallow pool.