Another time, I also ran to the old ditch to play by myself, and stood on the edge of the river, and I saw this little fish turning up gracefully from under the water, and the beautiful tail went down after the water surface and the sun shined.

The color on the tail was so beautiful and dazzling that I stood and watched it for a long time, but I didn't expect that this was not a tiger fish playing like this, but one after another, just like a white swan dancing ballet, one by one, you follow me, I follow you, and keep turning out beautiful tails on the surface of the water.

I thought they were very happy to see my chubby little doll, but as a result, I picked up a barberry and wanted to stretch it out and tease it, but I didn't expect that the barberry was not yet next to the water, and the little fish's tail flashed, and it was hidden in the water and grass at the bottom of the river, and never came out again.

This time I'm here again, and I don't know if these little fish will still be there, because the sun is just right now, and it's not too scorching, and the river slope is quiet, and no one is passing by.

The river was calm, and the huge barmao piers stood quietly, and those straight barmao piers stood upwards with white cherry blossoms on their heads. In the field, by my father's grave, the small pink flowers on the peanut seedlings have fallen, and handfuls of small peanuts have grown.

I walked slowly by the river, and I didn't see anything other than a few green and black toads scurrying at me like thieves with white and shiny urine and rats.

As for these beautiful tiger fish, even if I looked for them in the aquatic plants at the bottom of the river, I didn't see their shadows. However, when I turned around and walked back, I saw a blue-gray water worm swimming slowly from one side to the other on the water.

These little tiger fish ran away? Or was it eaten up by something else? No, I remember it's always there, didn't these little fish go to play somewhere else? Where would I know.

When the moat river reaches the old ditch, there is a small T-shape, which extends to the north to the carp pit, and a short section to the south, which is less than fifty steps, and in these fifty steps, I have seen the tiger skin fish several times.

This time, however, I pounced. Originally, I wanted to jump into the water and catch one or two to play, but I didn't expect it to fail.

As I walked slowly back along the river, I saw a man wearing a big straw hat coming from the dirt road to the east, with a basket on his arm, which was covered with a white towel. The man walked very calmly, until he reached the edge of the river on the old ditch, and when he turned north, he slowed down.

I thought it was someone who was busy in the fields and went home, but I didn't care, but I slowly walked along the riverside, looking for tiger fish and small fish. But I looked around, but I didn't see anything, but suddenly I saw a small yellow paper boat under the small bridge on the dirt road, dangling on the water.

I thought there was only one small paper boat, maybe the child of which family broke it and threw it into the water and was blown by the wind, but what I didn't expect was that I looked up and saw that this small paper boat was a row, and it was still very neatly arranged, and it stretched forward until it reached the end of the man wearing a straw hat and basket.

When I saw it, it was a strange thing. Maybe I didn't pay attention to it just now, but now I look at it, these boats are really a little special, the paper of the stack of boats is nothing else, it is the yellow laminated paper used to burn incense or go to the grave at home!

I'm so familiar with this thing! Don't say you're stacked into these delicate boats, even if you burn them to ashes, I can tell it's yellow mounted paper.

I looked along this row of yellow paper-mounted boats, and I saw this person in front of me, but I didn't expect that these boats were actually taken out of the basket by this person and thrown into the water one by one!

It's a strange thing, why did this man stack so many small boats and throw them into the water? And it's all made of yellow mounted paper! What's even stranger is that it is supposed to be soaked as soon as the co-mounted paper touches the water, but these boats have already floated to the bridge, and they are still floating on the water, and I can see that they have not been touched by water at all.

Unless someone in the family dies or goes to the grave to worship, it will be taken out and burned to show awe. But usually when people see this thing, they will stay away.

But now this man has stacked so many small boats with this thing, and he keeps throwing them into the water. What is puzzling is that these boats are really strange, it seems that this person threw them in one by one at random, but they are in the water as if someone deliberately swinged, these boats are straight with a line, straight on the surface of the water, swaying and shaking, which is extremely surprising and a little creepy.

As soon as I saw that there must be something wrong with this, I quickly jumped over the riverside and ran quickly along the grass road to the north. The man walked north on the east bank of the river with a basket and threw the boat into the water, and I ran quickly north on the west bank of the river.

I mean I want to catch up with this guy and ask him what he wants to do with so many yellow paper-mounted boats. However, although I ran so fast that I almost jumped up, the man in front of me did not see him throw off his arms and run, and I just couldn't catch up with him.

It wasn't until he came to the north end of the north-south moat that he came to the carp pit that this man threw the basket in his hand into the water, and as soon as he twisted his body, he disappeared! It's gone, this person is gone!

Oh my God, I haven't seen a shadow of this man, this man is gone. I hurried to the edge of the carp pit, and when I looked into the basket, I saw that it was covered by the white towel, and I saw at once that it was full of the little tiger fish I had been looking for so hard.

These little fish, dancing so happily in that basket, if it weren't for the towel cover, probably would have jumped into this water long ago. Why, who is this person, and how did he get so many tiger fish?

However, just now I saw that what the man had taken out of the basket were small boats made of yellow paper, and these boats were still gently swaying on the water, arranged in a neat line.

I deliberately followed the boat to look over, and it was really like a line, yellow and rotten, and it was very dazzling in the sun. I don't know how many of these boats there are, anyway, from the bottom of the small bridge just now, to the edge of the carp pit where I am standing now, there is such a long row, there are not thousands, at least there are hundreds of big ones.

These boats don't know what's going on, and although they also shake with the slight shaking of the water, they are connected in a straight line, and they have not been chaotic! It's as if someone has controlled them underneath these ships.