I think of lobster fishing in junior high school, and I go to my classmates' houses every Saturday and Sunday.

There were many ponds near his house, and there were many places to play, but it was a long journey two kilometers away from my house.

Whenever I walked on the road, I was always extremely anxious and excited, thinking about how much I could gain, and my mind was full of bright red and bright armor samurai shining with silver light.

"XXC! Are you home?"

"ZWX!

At first, his mother welcomed me, and when she saw me coming, she always warmly greeted me for water and tea.

The yellow dog in front of the adobe house barked wildly from afar, and had been here many times, but the dog was still not used to me.

Then, as usual, he went to the field to catch the gray-skinned frogs.

Frogs are the rarest and difficult to catch, but the small gray-skinned frogs are more common. However, sometimes it is inevitable that you will have bad luck and you can't even catch the gray-skinned frog, so you have to use the juvenile toad to make up the number.

How cruel and ignorant we are, without reverence, trampling on the life of nature, as if we are the masters of the world, and all other creatures are slaves of man, and we slaughter them wantonly.

He and I each held a bamboo pole or a sturdy and slender branch, the rougher end tied with the thread used to sew the garment, and the smoother end held in our hands.

White thread, black thread, red thread, I can't count how many threads were used in those days. For us, those threads, colorful and wonderful, weave together the happy times of me and him, as well as some of our friends.

Finally, the end of the line is tied to the hapless gray-skinned frog.

The gray-skinned frog, staring at its big round eyes, spits out a long tongue, and its skin and flesh are turned out, just like those corpses hanging on the city wall in film and television dramas.

Bring another bucket and everything is ready and we go.

Choosing a nearby pond that we frequented, we stood on the shore half a meter above the water's surface, grabbed the pole, and put the bait into the water.

The water is not deep, which has to do with the education I received since I was a child, safety always comes first. It's not fishing, lobsters, a bunch in shallow water.

He and I stared intently at the bottom of the water, because the water was shallow and clear, and the human eye could see the resting and motionless crayfish underneath.

We slowly move the bait, get close to the shrimp, and then set it aside and let it smell on its own and take the bait.

At first, I was always impatient and threw the bait directly at the shrimp with brute force. Lobsters are clever ghosts, and when there is a wind and grass, they curl up their lower bodies and go far away with a smoke bomb. And I took the initiative to tempt so much, naturally scared the shrimp away, and found nothing.

Sometimes, I have to say that the more you take the initiative to tempt, the less likely it is for people to be deceived, but instead do nothing, but there are a bunch of "flies" flying around you.

Later, he taught me not to be in such a hurry, to take my time, and I also got familiar with the operation.

Just put the bait next to it, and don't have to deliberately tease it, and the shrimp will take the initiative to come.

"Poof!" a crack opened in the water, and out of the mouth jumped a flaming general, majestically holding the gray-skinned frog with his large pincers.

A lobster was pulled up by my friend.

In the water, you are a general, and on the ground you are a captive, and you are bullied.

The general who was pulled to the land was still very fierce, and his two pincers clung to the "food" frog, which was quite a bit of a scoundrel.

"It's really greedy, and you still have to be a full ghost when you die. I sneered inwardly.

Then, no matter how strong the little crayfish was, it was not as strong as a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, and his friend dragged it hard, and finally separated it from the frog. But the shrimp's killer still tore off a large piece of meat, as if it was more important than its life.

The friend was about to catch it, and reached out and landed from above behind the shrimp.

The mighty and majestic prawns have a bit of courage and a bit of a "hero" fan. Spread out his big scissors, raise them high, and cover most of his body.

It's a pity that the piece of meat that I desperately got down, and when I opened the red scissors, the piece of meat fell to the ground.

"So you're afraid of death, too! Do you think you see meat more than life?" I still mock this poor life.

But after wielding the weapon for a while, he was easily grabbed and carried in the air.

The hand of a friend is the hand of God at this moment, holding your life and your fortune.

The general is still a fighter, trapped and fighting, struggling to escape his fate.

Alas, if you really want to get rid of fate, why do you want to eat other people's bait?

You eat other people's bait and are greedy and don't let go, and you don't know that you regret it until you "die", and you have to have sheep in prison to make up for it!

After resisting for a while, the shrimp went into the bucket.

"Bang!" like a man who has been greatly wronged, after being thrown into a bucket, curled up in a corner, looking around vigilantly.

One by one, the shrimp staged the theater of "being fooled, being caught, struggling, and giving up" again and again.

In the morning, the mild sun had become hot.

"It's so hot!" I complained to my friend.

But the misfortune did not go alone, and suddenly there was a noise in the grass on the unknown side, and a behemoth came out.

"Stinky little ghost! Dare to fish for shrimp at my house! Break your dog's legs!"

A fat aunt was so frightened that we were so scared that we hurriedly walked away.

After escaping for a while, I sat down with him to catch my breath.

"Where are you going to fish for shrimp next?" I asked.

"A lot of the ponds are gone, and there are people watching ......," he replied.

A long silence ensued.

I'm not happy anymore, and neither is he.

I came here in high spirits, how could I want to leave like this?

I want to continue fishing for shrimp.

After a long time, he finally spoke: "There is another place, there should be no one, there are still a lot of shrimp, and they are big, we can go shrimp fishing." ”

"Why didn't you go in the first place? There are a lot of shrimp and a big place, but no one cares. "I'm weird.

But he just said you'll know.

I got up and followed him in the back of his ass.

Turning around, rolling around, it's finally here.

"Huh, why does it stink so much?" Before the person stepped closer, he smelled a pungent stench and felt like he had entered a toilet that no one was cleaning.

"It's fine, just the toilet smell. The friend pointed to the dark pond in front of him.

I followed his finger and saw that a thatched pit was connected to the large black water pool of lobsters, pouring human essence into it to enrich nutrients!