When I was young, I never understood why my father liked fishing so much, especially when it rained, which was his favorite weather.
sometimes catches a lot of fish, and sometimes comes back empty-handed. But no matter what it was, he was in a very good mood.
As I got older, I gradually started to enjoy catching fish in small rivers and ditches with my bare hands. Later, I even customized an iron fork to spear fish. At that time, I still did not feel the joy of fishing like my father did.
As time went by, I gradually fell in love with fishing quietly.
also slowly understood his father’s joy of fishing. When I was a child, I loved the joy of catching fish with results.
When I got older, I realized that the process of fishing is the most enjoyable.
I can hold on to my time and feel happy physically and mentally.
Maybe this was my father’s mood at that time!
later worked hard for several years, working hard in the city, settling down in the city self-righteously, and gradually found some interesting places, and sometimes stopped to fish alone and enjoy the boundless scenery.
also understood why his father would set out with only simple fishing gear every time he went fishing. Later, the more I fished, the more I realized that equipment is not that important, let alone the results. I like watching the slender willow leaves swaying in the wind, I like the water and sky being wrapped in the twilight, and I like the nervous feeling every time a fish bites the hook.
What my father is fishing for is not only the fish, but also his own life. The older he gets, the more he understands the principle of taking the bait. The process may be leisurely or tense, but the result is all in the process.
