The sun is shining in March and a hundred flowers are blooming. The willows sprout, the grass sticks out its head and the flowers smile. A little boy with unkempt hair came to the river with a fish basket on his back. The boy has big eyes and a red face. He is very cute.
The little boy was sitting on the weeds by the pond, and the wild flowers beside him were very lovely, including yellow, red and blue ... colorful and full of colors. The lake is crystal clear, the rocks at the bottom of the lake are colorful, and fish and shrimp are clearly visible. The little boy threw the hook into the water and hooked it like an adult.
After coming here for a while, an old gentleman passed by. He is wearing a robe, a straw hat and carrying luggage. He looked around as if he had lost his way. Seeing the little boy fishing, he asked loudly, "Little brother, how to get to Wangcun?" The little boy turned around and waved to him. The old man stepped forward and leaned down. The little boy attached it to his ear and whispered, "Go over a mountain ahead and walk 200 meters west." The old man smiled at the little boy and watched him leave, preoccupied with fishing.
The little boy was still fishing seriously when suddenly the line began to move and slowly sank. There must be a fish hooked! The little boy load, up a jilt, "wow! What a big fish! " The little boy smiled with relief, so he caught one fish after another.
The sun went down and the fish basket was full of fish. The little boy picked up the fish basket and hummed a little song, and went home along the mountain road.