text/Yang Jianjun
Everyone has a childhood, joyful and poetic. My childhood was in the 1970s, and childhood echoed in front of my eyes like a dream. At that time, learning was not important. Going up trees and purging birds and going down the river to fish was our boys’ favorite. There are four boys in our family. They fight today and bully female classmates tomorrow. The parents come to the house. The mother wants to cut off the lawsuit every day. We have been beaten a lot. This is the benefit of more boys! . In my naughtyness, my childhood life is also full of joy.
My home is in the small farm on the shore of Bosten Lake Lake, the 25th Regiment of the Second Division. It is a place to raise me, and it has the family affection I have been dreaming of.
Every spring, willow catkins fly in the wind, and the geese return, the green reed buds show the breath of spring. We weave wicker hats to let mother make elm seed rice and feel the relaxed and comfortable life on the farm. In summer, we go to Huli to play Kuai.com. The overnight contributions of white strips, five black strips, and big carp will make the family improve their lives.
There is a village on the south side of the yard that borders Bohu County . At that time, we called him the Reed Seat Field because the people here live by making reeds and weaving mats. Kaidu River flows into Bosten Lake from here. Every spring, fish give birth along the river, and you can see the spectacular scene of dense fish heading up the water. In summer, floods flooded the lake beach, and some fish camped in the reed beach to survive. But in late autumn when the water receded, the small bubbles became our lakeside ranch. A large group of half-boys went out to start a fish catching competition.
Remember that it was the National Day of October and 1st, and it was about to have two days off. There was a friend in the company and a relative in the reed mattress. He said that the water bubbles there were almost dry and there were a lot of fish, and they would not be caught if they went too late. We got the news that we gathered together early in the morning, brought small buckets and shovels, and headed towards the reed mattress.
Bosteng Lake reed beach is covered with dense reeds, calamus , and some of the red willows are still blooming with fiery red flowers. The wild ducks, geese, seagulls, and swans in the lake are packing their belongings and preparing to fly south to spend the winter. Pulling apart the reeds and walking through the reed marsh, "There are water holes here." We ran to the front and were stunned. The water here was very shallow and muddy. The footprints of big feet were everywhere. I saw a few small fish fry swimming at random. The fish here had already been cleaned up by the villagers. "Hurry up and go to find the big water hole separately." We were like headless flies running around in the reed marsh. After a while, we found two bubbles the size of a football field. The deepest is about 1 meter. My brother went into the water to see if there were any fish. He didn't expect that there were so many fish that touched his legs. You could see the back of the fish in shallow water.
"How can you fish with such deep water?" My brother smiled and said, "Let's build a dam to catch fish, divide this water into several pieces, splash out the water, and finally pick up the fish." Playing with mud is our strength. After a while, a few crooked dams were built. We dug a drainage channel with a small shovel and started to splash water out with a bucket. We were grouped into four people, pouring 50 buckets of water each, and then exchanging it. In this way, the water became shallower and shallower, and slowly the big fish's back was exposed. We threw down the bucket and started picking up the fish. My brother ran fast and was also a fishing expert. He caught two big carp in a while. I saw a large grass carp with five or six kilograms. I was knocked down by it just as I wanted to catch it. My brother quickly took a net bag and ran to the big fish to wait for his own net. With everyone's help, we caught the fish king. There was no way I could only catch some smaller fish. After we caught one puddle and changed it, they all became mud monkeys. Look at our trophy, we had a lot of trophys, including carp, grass carp, white stripes, five black strips, silver carp, . My brother also caught two big crabs. We had never seen this guy with hair on the pliers before, and they all tried the feeling of being pinched.
The sun is going west, and we are all fascinated, only the eyes and teeth are exposed. Look at me, I look at you. Pointing at the other party and saying, "Look at you are a mud monkey!" Our troops were all back with full loads, and that bag of fishing was a reward for hard work. Among us, Xu Jiangding came with his net. He harvested two bags of fish, but the net made the reed pole hang several large holes.My brother was carrying fish on the back seat of his bicycle. I sat in the "driving building" and kept thinking about the big grass carp. Should I braised or stewed when I went home?
When I got home, my mother marinated the fish that I couldn't finish eating with coarse salt to dry. Dried fish is our best lunch in winter. At that time, the school burned iron stove, and we put the dried fish on the stove cover, and waited for one side to turn over and then roasted on the other side. The aroma of grilled fish was spreading in the classroom. We ate a bite of dry steamed bun and then dried fish. The teachers and classmates all surrounded them with envy and shared the deliciousness on the tip of their tongues.
Later, the water level of Bosten Lake dropped, and the reed marsh on the side of the reed mattress opened up fields and turned into cultivated land. The bubbles that can catch fish have long disappeared, but that experience of catching fish has made me dream.
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