When I was a child, I caught loaches in the creek with my bare feet, and my happy childhood remained in the depths of my memory. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

One afternoon during the Chinese New Year holiday, I took my children to the park. The child's little hand led me straight to the fishing spot.

Every angler has a different mindset. Onlookers are all looking for fun in the drop of fish. A small goldfish came into my eyes, and its small mouth was all rotten, but it was still swimming back and forth in the school.

People were enjoying the fishing, but no one paid attention to the injured little goldfish. Maybe it's crying silently, lamenting its fate, but no one hears it.

The child was clamoring to fish, looking at the injured little fish, she did not catch a small goldfish as before, and her love disturbed her mood of falling fish.

Eventually, the fishmerchant caught a small goldfish for her.

"Mom, let's release the fish!" I nodded, took the child to the fish pond, and carefully lowered it.

I rarely fish, but at this time I had infinite reverie. In the deceitful business world, the competition in the love field is more or less similar to fishing.

In ancient times, there was a cloud: Jiang Taiweng fell off the fish and the wisher took the bait. Its understanding is astonishing, and there are few failures.

Anglers are successful models, but there are also a small number of fishermen's inferior temperament, they use fishing methods to catch those old people and children, and even more to catch love, how incompetent.

A friend asked me, is there true love in the world? My answer is yes, just to see who you meet. Life is just a process, and there is no need to worry too much about gains and losses.

On the way to find true love, there is too much pseudo-love, which makes people breathless.

In love, under the charm of money, everything is beautiful, and when you walk over, you find that it is not true love. It's too much to leave.

Children play fishing, only in the harvest of a little, as they grow older, what kind of reverie, what kind of perception.

The game is still in progress, and the fisherman is like a maker, and the angler is like some salesman, wandering around the customer.

Children are slowly growing up, and I wish every child was the former of the angler, after all, the world belongs to the future.

My work "Junyao Anthology" was renamed "Dream Hunting"

Original name: Li Zhijun

Editor in charge: Zhao Chengwei

It has been officially published and publicly released, please support the genuine version.

- Beijing: China Theatre Publishing House, 2009.5 (Zizhuxuan)

ISBN: ISBN978-7-104-02978-6