I found a dense school of fish in the ravine and calmly explained what was going on. Come and have a look with me.
Elegant Ci Style-Feng Zhenyu-A few sentimental poems of human spring scenery accompany you all the way.
Bodhisattva Manjiang Fisherman
One mountain, one water, one bamboo raft, one hat, one Weng and one fog yarn.
A few egrets are idle, and small money is in the water.
Fishing in You Jiang went well, and there was no sadness in my heart.
The green water reflects the green hills, and the spring is suddenly released.
Bodhisattva sees yellow flowers.
Pieces of flowers are golden, and a long road leads to the distance.
Holding an umbrella for a beautiful woman, I have been fascinated by flowers.
Comfortable to the flowers and the moon, the spring is infinite.
The wind blows butterflies flying, and the smell of incense is drunk.
Bodhisattva Man-New Architecture Exhibition
In warm spring, the water moves koi fish, and the wind blows willows and dances moss.
How neat and beautiful it is to build a new house by water.
Yan language is spread under the eaves, and the river mud shuttles.
The piano sounded in the cabin and the water town was rowing.
Bodhisattva Man-Happy Spring Rain
In spring, talented women wear white gauze and study in the morning chair in the corridor.
If you look at this poem carefully, you will find that the rain is completely unconscious.
The rain in the porch is loud, and my heart is happy.
Take a nap, stop watching, the raindrops are fragrant.
Bodhisattva Man-Feel at ease
It is rare to have leisure, and people sing in their throats under the flowers.
Play the accordion and sing a song about mother.
How comfortable it is to enjoy the scenery in spring.
Rural life is beautiful, and songs fly happily.
Bu operator-Zhu
Sitting on a stone in a bamboo forest, reading and enjoying bamboo.
Bamboo is more lush after the rain, and the wind blows leaves and sand.
Look around with bright eyes and think alone.
If there is a hut in the forest, you will realize that poetry is elegant.
Operator-a lively girl
Beautiful and dignified, walking through the water town.
When crossing the river, the water was clear and my hands were splashing.
Young and vigorous, cheongsam shows fashion.
Innocent and lively under the umbrella, the water town has a long rhyme.
Operator-Shannv
Miss Shan is virtuous, carrying firewood and returning at noon.
The basket is full of wild vegetables, so it's easy to cook when you go home.
Cauliflower butterfly chase, folding beam also brought back.
Looking up at the sky, the sun is shining and pigeons are flying freely.
Qingpingle-watching deer nearby
I feel comfortable in the garden, feeding the deer.
A kind heart lives in harmony with animals, people and deer.
Intimacy is gentle and beautiful, and I am very happy to have a deer.
Care everywhere, true feelings warm the world.
Qingpingle-Miao Nvshu
Miao girls are beautiful, and corn is hung in wooden buildings.
Young and unrestrained, full of energy, bright and sweet smile.
Doing housework hard will make you feel better in autumn.
Gorgeous clothes, smart and virtuous.
Partridge Day-Missing Father in Qingming Festival
The clear spring drizzles in succession, and the dutiful son's eyes are full of tears.
The day before yesterday, there were sacrifices on the grave. Last night, my dream father went out of town.
Be thoughtful, nurturing, and be kind to housework.
Honest, honest, sensible, always remember family precepts.
Partridge day-cultivation.
The morning sun shone golden through the Woods, and the morning glory began to leave the village.
A spring rain is as expensive as oil, and the fields are plowed early.
Digging deep, lining up and sowing seeds is hope.
How hard it is to plow in spring, and laugh in autumn.
Linjiangxian-watching a play in the rain
During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the audience was full of opera fans.
I am also very happy to go to the theatre with an umbrella.
How can you not watch the ancient temple fairs in rural areas?
The hometown drama of Henan Opera is very interesting and the singing is so familiar.
People have mixed feelings about the plot.
It took me thousands of years to feel involved.
Linjiangxian-take a picture
In spring, photography goes to Shan Ye and flowers bloom.
Stop, stop, stop. Take more pictures.
The air in the ravine is good and there are flowers everywhere.
Jingmei's mood is really comfortable, on the hillside
Look at the photos and take photos.
Everyone is satisfied and happy to sing.
Sauvignon Blanc-Draw Hometown
Learn to be gorgeous and learn to be fashionable.
Peach Blossom Garden with photo clip. I want to paint the scenery in spring.
Spring is nice and picturesque.
Home is not far from the flower field. The countryside has changed a lot.
Sauvignon Blanc-Deng Yuan
On a moonlit night, Lang sends a lamp.
A gust of wind carries lanterns home. Shy and quiet.
In the boudoir, my daughter dreams.
The center of the lamp is full of heat. I am willing to wait for you.
Sauvignon Blanc-Feed the old rice
Take a small bowl and gently touch it with a spoon.
The filial daughter feeds old rice before going to bed. Soft language is so warm.
I won't say it, but I will be better.
The old man burst into tears with excitement. Smile is sweet in my heart.
Sauvignon Blanc-Feed the fish in the morning
Feeding in the morning will make the fish panic.
A pool of koi fish scrambled for food. The water in the pool turns red and yellow.
Come every day, it's the same.
I can't hear the spoon ringing. It's comfortable to watch fish.
Picking mulberry seeds-a sensible grandson
My old friend Weng came to his house and was very happy.
Talk about the past and the present.
Children and grandchildren are sensible and close.
Make hot tea and bring it to Ye Bin.
Let the fine slow down.
Get a fan to be attentive when it's hot.
Xijiangyue-pity petals
Sitting alone in the courtyard on a moonlit night, the wind blows and the flowers fall.
Find a tray to pick up petals, who will tell you that pity?
Smart and bright eyes are flashing, kind and silent.
Petals want to be placed in the boudoir to make the house fragrant.
Brief introduction of the author
Feng Zhenyu, a native of Xingyang, Henan Province, was once a member of the Party Committee and director of the Party Committee Work Department of Wanghe Coal Mine of Henan Energy Hemei Company. I like writing, poetry and calligraphy, and personally published more than 0/00 news articles/kloc in China Coal News Network, Henan Energy News and other media. Personally, I have written poems, new poems, made waves in the sea of poems, picked up shells in the sea of poems, collected wind in the sea of poems and so on. He has published more than 60 poems in Good Poems of China and Contemporary Poets.
Catch fish (prose)
Catch fish (prose)
Author: Li Chaojun
A crack of thunder shook the tree.
After I was frightened, I watched the raindrops as big as soybeans hit the ground. A string of Tianshui bubbled and splashed from the eaves, from the cactus bones on the courtyard wall and from the open space at the door of the window. Water flows everywhere from the wall ditch, squeezed out from the cave under the wall, flowed into the ground along the vegetable garden ditch, and ran to the weir pond at the entrance of the village.
The mountain is connected with the mountain, the river is connected with the river, the mountain drips and the mountain is washed. The rain sets, and the green comes into my eyes. Clear water surrounds the pond, mountains and rivers fill the weir, and turbid water crosses the river. The Dragon King is stormy, the green hills are full of green springs, the streams are ringing, the ponds are full of weir mountains, the water overflows like waterfalls, and the outlet of rice fields is ringing.
In the rain curtain of mountains and rivers, fathers and brothers put on their hats, rolled their trouser legs over their knees and carried shovels on their shoulders, and went out to see the water potential in wheat fields and paddy fields.
In the rain, my partner and I put on bamboo hats and carried a bamboo pole with a wide front mouth and a high back edge, and used this bamboo weaving labor tool as a wonderful artifact to catch fish. We went to the spillway ditch of the weir pond and blocked the sides with hard yellow mud at the narrowest place, so that the water could only flow out from the gap of the bamboo pole and the fish would be blocked at the bottom of the pole here. Some fish hit a bamboo pole, and one tossed its head and rolled its tail, turning back warily and fleeing upstream, winding a black line in the ditch water. If it is a big grass carp or a big carp, its back is like a shark crossing the sea. It is very spectacular to paddle in the water, which makes us shout "big fish!" Big fish! "
At this moment, the fishing experts look calm and relaxed, and have already squatted at the outlet of the weir pond. A big bamboo pole stands in the water, forming an insurmountable barrier. No matter how big and wild the fish are, most of them are caught by us.
On rainy days, the fish in the muddy water, with alert eyes, ran around our legs, causing our partners to yell, and some stumbled on the fish head. Mermaid and fish stick together tightly, and people don't move and fish don't arch. If people dance and scream, the fish will take the opportunity to shake their heads and turn over. Some people scrambled to reinforce in the water, splashing all over, scrambling to touch the scales, unable to catch the fish's soft mouth and cheeks, or letting it escape in the water. We are anxious and afraid to do it. We should be patient and try to find a way. It is said that fish may lie at the bottom of the basket; It is said not to move easily. If you mention it rashly, the fish will run away instantly. In the argument of several partners, I remembered the method of catching fish that adults said, and I was busy "walking the fish" in the water with everyone: spreading up and down and starting to catch fish in sections. Some fish hit several times and suddenly hid in the grass nest and lay quietly. Some fish jumped in the chaos, jumped into the water in the wheat ridge ditch and rushed into the shallow water against the current. Some may also be seeking peace in chaos, and they have already been "turtles in a jar." Those who fly to shallow water will be found by us sooner or later. Lying motionless at the bottom of the water pole, our hands are open. If we catch ten hooks, we will move forward slowly. When our hands touch the scales, we will quickly press the fish on the bamboo pole and buckle the gills. With ingenious efforts, we lifted the fish with a twist and threw it into the distant grass.
With less rain and less water, we are more interested. Pick up the fish with black heads and white bellies on the grass and put them in shallow water. The fish jumped happily in the water for a while, then swung its head up and down in order, opened its mouth and drummed its cheeks in the water. Send a small one to see the fish baskets of each family, and the partners will show their magical powers. Along the crisscross of wheat ridges and ditches, one foot is deep and one foot is shallow. In the endless wheat fields, they catch fish against the current along the wheat ridges and ditches. This wheat ditch is in the place where the water comes from the weir pond, and few big fish drink fresh water against the current. Occasionally, a fish, also near the deep ditch, jumped up in shock, crossed the green leaves of wheat and fell into the water like an alley in the wheat ditch. When we catch fish, we stare at the fish and the wheat leaves. The more fish run upstream, the shallower the water in the wheat ditch on the hillside, and the thicker the straw. The fish care about the head rather than the tail. Sometimes it gets into the wheat straw, sometimes its head is in the mud and its tail is on the edge of the wheat leaf. At this time, people stopped calling it catching fish. It feels like a dream. In the face of fish of different sizes, is it flat to tuck in the belly and turn the tail? Is it still alive? I was so happy that I lost my mind for a while. In the end, the fish with little strength jumped into the bottom of the water.
It is easy to catch big fish in the clear water of Maidigou, but difficult to catch half a catty of small fish. Carassius auratus is in the shallow clear wheat ditch, rolling its tail in droves, just like fish in the sea, which makes us overjoyed. Everyone catches fish in their own wheat ditch, and the wheat waves are separated from each other, and there is a faint sound to encourage each other. Dig out the mud with a shovel and let the water flow out. Shallow fish half lying, hands crossed, head pressed, each one is very accurate. The height of the wheat ditch has decreased, the rain and water have stopped, and the water is gone. These crucian carp, in groups of 351, take care of each other; Those snake heads, burying their heads in the grass, cocked their flower tails and wriggled a few times from time to time, as if to say, "I'm coming!" " "A fish bent down to pick it up, jumped a few times, and soon folded one by one and hung upside down in the basket.
Tongbai Mountain is high and Huaiyuan is rich in water. The mountains are high and the water is low, and the rivers in the inlet are dotted with fish, which can be caught by anyone. Catch fish in the weir ditch in rainy days and swim in the river bend in dry days.
There is a whirlpool in the water, and there are big fish under it. Fishermen in the river bend always say this to people. The water rises over the stone, the vortex echoes, and the big fish floats over the diamond. Some fish left in a hurry over the stone dragon, and some fish fell in love with the water, so they shook their heads and rolled up and down, enjoying themselves in this world. After the rain cleared, the weir and pond were sealed and cut off. The mouth of the ditch is full of stones, and the water drips and surges, and the fish lies on the shallow bottom, and the cracks gather.
Tired of mowing the cattle and mowing the grass, we fell asleep on the feldspar, the fish swam, the catfish, the snakehead and the Goya fish competed for water, and you came and went, fighting with each other, which was very lively. Rub your eyes, the sun is burning, the trees are shining on the stones, and the flowers are colorful. You are in the early summer, everything is thriving, and Qing Xiang is fluttering. Open the slate, listen to the sound of stone, listen to the sound of water, and listen to the fish. When you turn a stone, it makes a loud noise when it moves. The more you turn it down, the more it rattles under the stone, and the more powerful it moves. The fish opens its mouth, bites its fingers and scratches its cheeks, one at a time. Fishing up, shrinking down, turning stones and fishing for salamanders. Catfish's body fluids are slippery. No sooner had it been caught than it slipped into the cave. It is difficult for small hands to enter the cave. This fish is right in front of you. You can't look at it. Look at the fish caught, shake your head and jump around on the grass, and you won't care about it.
The haystack of willow forest in wetland is the world of fish and shrimp, and also the canteen of crane. At noon, the sun shines directly, and there are no traces of farmers' work. Fish and shrimp who have lived in the mud pit of the deep pond for a long time swim to the shallows in unison and slowly gather from the downstream to the upstream to play. When fish pass through rapids and sand, they can hear the movement of "Hua La" from a distance, and the white light flashes and shakes, making their eyes white. All kinds of fish in the rapids are fighting for courage and upward impact, so we should stand by and catch fish and shrimp.
Lying in bushes and grass, wearing willow grass, sun protection, camouflage and air. Holding the "fish whip" twisted with wire in my hand, I heard the fish scrambling to swim around and the whip fell off. Green husk, snakehead and sand fruit fish ... rolled and drifted. Grass-cutting baskets and bamboo baskets are used as fishing nets, one at the bottom and one in the basket. The whip of the upstream partner kept ringing, and we pinched it faster and faster, catching the downstream. A thoughtful partner will build a grass "fish bank" in advance and fill all kinds of fish in a short time. Without a ready partner, I just happily fished basket after basket. Although I was covered with water, there were only a few fish in the basket. Because the fish caught behind, the basket or basket moved in the water, the fish caught in front woke up and ran away when they saw the water. After three or five minutes, the ambushed fish fled everywhere, and the arrest did not stop at this moment.
When fish are attacked suddenly, they instinctively drill when they see water, jump and jump when they meet puddles, and many of them jump to dry land and wetland green grass on the shore, which belong to the keepers on the shore. In the mud pit of the stream, in the shallow water under the trees of the dead river. We rolled up our sleeves and went into the water to catch shrimp Impatient simply topless, arched, face close to the water, hands groping in the water. Naughty naked, he jumped back into the water, grabbed the mud and grass with both hands, piled up into a dam three times, five times and two times, and threw his hands together for a while to lower the water level. I saw that the fish was underwater, regardless of its head and tail, and plunged into the mud. We are quick-eyed, reach out to the card, buckle the fish's mouth, gently pass the prepared wicker through the soft cheek of the fish's mouth, and soon the fish will turn the wicker from green to white, and three or two pounds of fat fish will be handed to our hands.
The big fish I caught, my father took it to the market and sold it, and the rest of the money gave me tuition and fees. Fish that don't slip in autumn are strung with thorns and dried into dried fish, which is a good dish when there are guests. Mother carefully selects and cleans small fish, often using cottonseed oil and sometimes sesame oil. In a small iron pot, the kang is brown on both sides and the fishbone is crisp in the middle. Oily meat is tender, chopped green onion, tender Schizonepeta tenuifolia, spiced leaves. The yard smells delicious.
For decades, childhood rainy days, bluestone lettering, water filling the heart, fish jumping into dreams, shrimp half fighting, a string of fish full of love.
(No.70 Zaolinqian Street, Xicheng, June 8, 2020)