“...... Where's the fight, boy? ”

The fisherman was an old man, with a hat on his head and a shirt on his body, and sat on the edge of the boat.

Seeing Lian Ge walk in, he greeted him loudly,

"Tourists passing by bothered to ask the old man what kind of place this is. ”

Lian Ge moved his steps, walked to the fisherman's approach, the side of the boat, and looked at the old fisherman again.

The fisherman's exposed hands and face were a little dark, and his skin was very rough under the wind and sun.

The wrinkles on his face squeezed out the furrows, and there was sweat on his forehead,

Holding the upper end of the fishing net in his hand, open on the lower half of the fishing net on the fishing boat, a few fish are still jumping.

“...... There are very few tourists who come here,"

The fisherman paused, looked at Lian Ge with cloudy eyes, looked at it, turned his head again, and looked at the vast lake facing the bow of the boat.

"But this is also a good place to travel, and this lake in front of it is Poyang Lake. ”

With that, the fisherman lowered his head again and straightened the nets on the fishing boat.

Hearing this, Lian Ge looked at the vast lake in front of him again,

On the surface of the lake, the birds soared, circled, fell from time to time, and chirped from time to time.

The sunset reflected the water, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadow of the barren grass beside the tidal flats.

Retracting his gaze, and looking at the old fisherman again,

"The old man is fishing?"

"Yes, fishing, fishing......"

When the fisherman heard this, he paused to hold the net in his hand, raised his hand, took off his hat, and put it aside.

"This fishing is getting harder and harder......"

As he spoke, the fisherman took a small fry from his net, and instead of putting it in the bucket next to him, he raised his hand and threw the fry back into the lake.

"Puff ......"

The fish entered the water and disappeared,

The fisherman looked at the lake, paused, and lowered his head again.

“...... In the past two years, the water in this lake has become shallower and shallower, and the water in the lake has become less and less, if it hadn't rained overnight last night, I am afraid that the water in this lake would not have reached here......"

The fisherman said as he straightened his nets,

From time to time, smaller fish are removed from the fishing net and thrown into the lake, but the bucket next to it still looks empty.

Lian Ge glanced at the old fisherman, then turned his gaze, looked at the ground not far away, which was full of ravines and cracks, and looked at the devastated ground, and then looked around the old fisherman's fishing boat, not far away, a few small fishing boats that were resting and waving with the waves of the lake.

“...... Young man, are you coming from the direction of Xunyang?"

The old fisherman threw a small fry into the lake again, looked at Lian Ge, and said,

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the old fisherman and nodded,

"That's not a good road. ”

The old fisherman looked along the edge of the lake, looked into the distance, and then raised his head again, and looked at the sunset approaching the horizon,

"Young man, it's getting late, and as soon as the sun sets, it will be dark. There are not many villages around here, there are not many villages along the lake, there is no place to stay, just our village is a little closer, why don't you go to the village with me for a night, and then leave tomorrow. ”

Turning his head, the old fisherman looked at Lian Ge and said aloud,

"Then thank you, old man. ”

Glancing at the old fisherman, Lian Ge smiled slightly and responded.

"Thank you, it's not easy to go out, just help if you can. ”

The old fisherman straightened his nets and shook his head.

"But you'll have to wait, young man, and we'll go when I've got the nets in order. ”

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled slightly,

Turning his gaze, he looked at Poyang Lake not far in front of him.

......

"Chirp...... Tweet ......"

Birds chirping, facing the sunset, circling,

“...... The old man has been on this lake for many years, hasn't he?"

Lian Ge looked at the lake and said in a calm tone.

"It's not a teenager anymore. ”

After a pause, the old fisherman turned his head and looked at the lake.

"When my father was still there, I followed my father to find a livelihood on this lake, fishing, and my father cast nets, and I was on the side to help with the poles and boats...... At that time, there were many fishermen on this lake, some from our village and some from other villages, and sometimes, two villages could fight on this lake for fishing......

The old fisherman said, bowing his head again,

“...... At that time, the shore of the lake was still behind there, and the water was so deep that it could not see the bottom.

There are so many fish, shrimps, and crabs in this lake, and if you spill this net, you can always catch a lot."

As he spoke, the old fisherman turned his head, looked farther away where Lian Ge had stopped when he came, and nodded slightly with his chin,

“...... At that time, after a net of fish was caught from the lake, my father, as I am now, sat in this boat, straightened the net, and took all the small fish that were wrapped around the net, and threw them back into the lake.

At that time, I couldn't figure it out, my father, just tell me, this little fish is reserved for me to eat, and now throw it back, so that he can raise it again, if I take it to eat it now, I will have to go hungry in the future. ”

"Puff ......"

As he spoke, the old fisherman threw a small fish in his hand into the lake, looked at the lake, and was silent.

“...... When I was young, the water in the lake receded. ”

The old fisherman turned his head again, looked at the place where Lian Ge had stopped before, and said,

"But at that time, the fish in this lake still seem to be inexhaustible, every year in the season of rising water, people in villages along the lake, are fishing in this lake, and they live on the fish in this lake. The fish, nets and nets are fished out of the boat, and there are always so many in this lake.

Some of them had some money, and they also got some fishing boats with gasoline engines, and on this lake, they pulled their nets to catch a lot, and they killed a lot of paddles, and just like that, it seems that there is no shortage of fish......

There are also some personal families, just on the shore of this lake, cofferdam pond, pond by pond put the water in the pond, that piece of fish is all blocked in the weir pond, all of them are fished up.

At that time, the fish were cheap, and many of them were caught, but they couldn't be sold, and the fish died and stink......"

The old fisherman spoke, and was silent again, his eyes a little distracted,

“...... At that time, I was thinking, I am afraid that the fish of future generations will be finished fishing. At that time, when I became the head of the village, I stopped the people in the village from catching like this, and let them, for their descendants, to leave some fish to eat.

But you can't stop it, there are always people sneaking into the lake...... Hey, there were still people scolding me behind my back.

Saying that I deserve to be poor is a poor man's life, and I don't want to get rich, and I stop others from getting rich.

Hey, at that time, the old man and I were also angry, so I left the stall in a fit of anger and quit, you can catch it if you want, and I, the village chief, won't do it......"

Straightening the fishing net, the old fisherman bowed his head and paused,

And he lifted up his head again, and looked at the beach,

“...... Later, more than ten years ago, the water in this lake was there. ”

The old fisherman looked up and pointed with his chin to the dry, cracked ground of the ravines.

"That year, in this lake, on the shore of the lake, there was a drought...... In the past, there was some grass growing on the edge of this lake, and when the time came every year, the birds were densely packed and stopped along the shore of this lake, and you could fly a large flock from here, but in that year, you couldn't see it......

As the old fisherman spoke, he looked at the lake again,

"The beach in the lake is dry, the water is less, the birds are gone, and the fish in the lake are gone...... Those people, even the cofferdam can't enclose the fish, and when they go down the net, there are only some small fry, like earlier, and the fish is gone......"