Catching fish is the favorite project of rural children. The two-year-old baby loves it so much that whenever he has free time, he will follow his brothers and sisters to catch fish. 
The children were in groups, holding their own dustpans, which are usually used to hold rice, similar to baskets but larger than the baskets and can pass water, and they also brought plastic jars or mineral water bottles to hold fish, happily Walk towards the creek. It is better if it has just rained, the water flow is clearer, the fish are more willing to come out and move, and the air is fresher and more pleasant.
At this time, the spirit of teamwork is most vividly reflected in these native country dolls. When they were approaching the stream, everyone tacitly walked softly, held their breath and concentrated, and stopped talking loudly for fear of scaring the fish away.
The eldest son of the uncle’s family was the first to lead the charge. He took a dustpan and walked to the back where the fish often hang out, entered the water, and waited with the dustpan. The son of the second uncle's family ran forward, entered the water, and splashed the water vigorously, intending to drive the fish to his elder brother behind him.
The five-year-old daughter of the eldest uncle’s family and the six-year-old daughter of the second uncle’s family were waiting attentively with the jars ready to contain fish. My little baby is also watching his brothers and sisters’ wonderful fish-catching performances with wide eyes and curiosity. From time to time, he points to the fish, shrimps and insects flashing in the water and says a few cute words, “There are fishes.” "Catch it quickly", "The fish is gone" and so on.
works seamlessly together, and there is no need to say anything about success or failure. Holding the dustpan and waiting for the rabbit, I quickly lifted it up, and after the water flowed through, small fish and shrimps jumping one after another appeared in front of my eyes. The eyes of the friends were shining, and their expressions of surprise and smiling faces were like flowers in spring. Under the feet, on the trouser legs, on the skirts of clothes, and even on the face, there is constant mud, but also constant happiness. Sometimes there are more than a dozen, and sometimes there are only three or five. Although they are all finger-sized, the world of children is so simple, and happiness is so simple. Small fish and shrimps are enough to satisfy them.
The baby would clap his hands and shout "Come on" and "There are so many", and his little head would lean over to take a look. Five or six little heads came together to clean up the small fish and shrimps, and this happiness was spread to all.
After passing one place, you will go to another place. The stream winds through three or four field ridges, and there are three or four places where you can stay. After three or four times, if you are lucky, you will have more than 20 small fish and shrimps, and the victorious friends will return home with a full load. Two or three girls were holding big jars, my youngest son was holding a small plastic bottle, and the two older boys were holding dustpan baskets and went home singing.
Catching fish is such a simple pleasure, but the friends just enjoy it so much that they have to go there every three or five. My baby, I guess he will soon change from a bystander to a member of this fishing team!
