Chapter 417: Tonghua (12)

Fish is not fishing, it's fun

Stepping out of the hustle and bustle of the city, unloading the unbearable bloated burden in the soul, stretching the eyes tormented by the mundane recklessly, occupying a huge space alone, and quietly comprehending the philosophy with cheeks and scales with the soul, this can be described as fishing. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In the summer, when my irritable mood was tormented by the trivial matters at hand, I went fishing in a secluded place. The wind is beautiful, the breeze is cool, and it is interesting to sit alone by the water and fish. I'm no stranger to fishing, and I've been doing it for more than a decade. Hang up the bait, sort out the float, stretch the fishing rod long to the water, and then light a cigarette, hold your breath, staring at the float without blinking, quietly waiting for the fish to take the bait, this kind of waiting, not as anxious as waiting for a car, waiting for a boat, waiting for an airplane, not so anxious as waiting for someone, not as depressed as failing in the college entrance examination, not as hot as the police chasing fugitives, this kind of waiting, but a kind of patient, calm, and natural waiting, impatience is useless here. People who are fishing for the first time, have not yet cultivated this kind of peaceful mentality, and can not realize the natural realm of being reasonable at the moment, putting themselves in the natural realm, always an impatient, anxious embarrassment, a moment to mention the fishing rod, a while to look at the bait, a while to move the nest to change a fishing position, the more can not fish, the more anxious the heart, the more anxious the more can not fish, see the float slightly moved, on the foot hurriedly set up the rod, finally catch one, will shout, hand dance, heart beat for a while, completely without the pleasure of fishing. And the veterans who can really fish are free to do whatever they want, whether the fish is hooked or not, they can always deal with it calmly, calmly face the slightly rippling water, taste tea and smoke, sit for a few hours, or even more than half a day without moving the nest, do not feel tired or tired, do not feel hungry, do not feel sunshine under the scorching sun, do not feel cold in the drizzle, let it be natural, the mood seems to have been integrated with nature, all troubles and all kinds of depression, all the hustle and bustle and all kinds of confusion, At this moment, it has all disappeared, and in this mood, in the life realm of a person who "can think about anything, and a person can not think about anything" described by Mr. Zhu Ziqing in "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond", there is always a ray of comfort.

My fishing is by accident. I remember that year, I was the head of a rural police station. One rainy day, a writer friend who was a little famous in the local area came to visit, and saw that I was entangled in cases all day long, and he learned that it was an uncomplicated injury case, and when he was unable to deal with those who came to intercede, he talked to me about the interesting story of fishing in the sea, and persuaded me to get rid of those complicated and boring things, go outside to enjoy the natural scenery and fishing fun, and meet on the second day to find a quiet pond or riverbank, and he fished for me. The next day, when we came to a pond, my friend skillfully tied the line and hung the bait and released the rod, everything seemed so handy, and when the rod was in the water, he inserted the rod into the rod supporter, and then he and I kept watch quietly, telling me the anecdotes of the angler, and when I heard and entered into the role of his narration, he got up and sat on the grass by the pond, his eyes were open or squinted, his eyes were like ropes, and he stared at the fish drifters on the surface of the water one by one, and the drifters moved a little, and sank into the water, but he was not in a hurry to get up the rod, and waited for the drifters to come to the surfaceThe second time he was caught in the water, I saw him elbow up the rod, everything was done in an instant, a red carp was thrown out of the water, and after picking the hook, it was thrown into the pond, when I asked him why he didn't have a rod when he disappeared for the first time, he just laughed and didn't answer, and then inadvertently threw out a headless sentence: "If you don't fish, how can you understand the thoughts and feelings of the angler." In this way, I spent a whole day fishing with him, watching his fishing movements change, and his mood also changes with his movements. On this day, he caught one and released one, but he didn't get a fish back, so that I, a layman, could also see something, and I seemed to have realized a reason in my heart.

Anglers throughout the ages have had many good names. Jiang Ziya in the past, threw down the fishing rope, and watched it all day long, and none of the fish in the pond of Weishui Panxi were caught, and King Wen finally took the bait. In a day's leisure, I flipped through the book, and the fishing in the book fished out a sound and impressive Zhou Dynasty, and also fished out an endless romance of the gods.

"A fishing boat, a fisherman, a fishing hook. A pat and a smile and a smile, one person monopolizes a river and autumn" The poem attracted my visual nerves, and I knew that it was the masterpiece of the geek Ji Xiaolan in the Qing Dynasty. In fact, not only Ji Xiaolan, I don't know how many predecessors have written poems about fishing, a quatrain by Liu Zongyuan in the Tang Dynasty, I think it is the most wonderful: "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear." Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow". Ice and snow, the river is frozen, but there is a person fishing on the boat, this scene, people guess, the angler is not a hermit, it must be a master outside the world, although, the windless water surface is snowy, far mountains and near the water, all contain pastoral freehand, although the angler is quiet, the angler throws the hook to fish is a kind of indifferent escape from the world, enjoy the quiet tacit understanding of hunger, let the human body taste fishing is a kind of artistic conception of life, the contract of the soul, all this can be experienced by my generation.

My fishing is realized from observation. Let's try again. This hair cannot be contained, and it is gradually becoming hidden. This Taoism, which was honed in fishing, suddenly came in handy one day. There have been several cases of robbery of women in the jurisdiction, and the criminals always choose to get started in the dark and sparsely populated, and the investigation has little effect, and the superior ordered the arrest of the criminals within a time limit. I couldn't bear the loneliness, I couldn't catch this fish, so I took out the housekeeping skills when fishing, designed a new plan, threw the bait and guarded it, and when the criminal was moving, I caught it right. Later, the writer friend found out about this, and he said to me humorously, "When you asked me why I caught one fish after another and threw them into the pond, why didn't I rush to start the rod, you yourself have already understood the answer." "It seems that the bait fish will bite the hook, and if you start the rod at the right time, the fish will not be able to get off the hook, which is almost a philosophy of the angler.

(To be continued.) )