The yellow and rotten yellow paper-mounted boat, the lively tiger fish, and the man in the straw hat who didn't seem to dare to look at me, and even the basket with the white fur hat, what the hell is going on with these things.

I saw the basket slowly seeping into the river, and the little fish began to swim slowly. The sun didn't shine in, but I could still see the beautiful red and black scales on them.

After a while, the basket was flooded with no water, and the white towel actually floated on the water. The tiger-skinned fish in the basket below, like a prisoner who had been released from prison, shot out like an arrow and quickly swam into the river.

But I looked at it for a while, and these little tiger fish, although they were scattered in all directions at first, but it didn't take long for them to seem to understand something, and they began to swim south again, and they swam in an orderly manner, and they swam very calmly along this little boat, under the water, against the aquatic plants at the bottom of the water, and they swam very calmly, one after another, just like the boats above, and kept going south and south.

I was stunned for a moment, the boat was a little swaying on the water, but it just didn't sink. The little tiger fish below, as if using the boat as a signpost, swam south along the boat until it reached the bridge, and when it had passed, it scattered and swam away.

What's going on? And when I looked back at the white towel floating on the water, this thing, in the sunlight, seemed to move slowly, and actually transformed into a white long insect head, this thing nodded on the surface of the water, and sprang up in the air.

A strange thing happened, those yellow-coated paper boats lined up in a straight line, unexpectedly windless, gradually meandered in the water, followed by this somewhat empty long insect head, one by one flew into the air.

It looked very good, just like a yellow long worm, slowly flying up from the water, swaying left and right in the air, and constantly flying high, until finally the boat under the small bridge was also out of the water, and the long worm head transformed into a white towel suddenly turned around, looked at me, a stunned child standing on the riverside, opened his mouth for a moment, spit out something, and then turned around, and flew farther and farther away in the middle of the day.

As soon as I saw that something had fallen and was about to fall into the water, I jumped up and picked it up with my hand, but the thing hit the water straight and fell into the basket with a thud.

I was still amazed at the fact that when the boats slowly disappeared, the things that fell from the basket actually moved, as if they were alive. I hurriedly took a closer look, and this thing was actually a big tiger fish, this tiger skin fish, the size of my palm, but it was also much bigger than the small tiger skin fish that had just swam away, one could top a dozen.

I saw this tiger fish swim out of this basket and burrow into the deep pool below the carp pit. It didn't take long for the shadow to disappear.

I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't know where the yellow-framed paper fish ended up, because when I looked up again, there was nothing for half a day. And the tiger fish that spit out of the mouth of the long worm head is gone.

On the contrary, the little tiger-skinned fish that ran to the south of the small bridge were very cheerful one by one and kept turning out their beautiful tails by the water's edge, and played happily in the sun.

I stood on the edge of the carp pit and searched into the deep pool under the water to see where the big tiger fish was hidden, but I didn't expect to see anything but two big carp that were thicker and longer than me, and kept pulling streams of shiny fish roe out there......

I don't have any feelings about the carp in this moat, you can grow big, you can produce seeds, I'd better go and see those tiger fish. So, I turned my head, still on the west bank of the moat, and walked south.

However, why do those small boats with yellow fish stacks not sink in the water, and can still line up in a straight line and keep rocking? I couldn't figure it out, but all of a sudden, I seemed to understand something.

I remember that time, when I came back from the stele bridge, the woman also took a piece of yellow mounted paper and spread it on the thin muddy ground, and the yellow mounted paper was not wet, and I still stood on it and ran all the way to the tomb of Jianzhai.

Could it be that they are a group of people? Will this "technology"? But it's strange today, I didn't even see the face of the man in the straw hat.

The grass on both sides of the moat is green, and the sun is slowly heating up. With a lot of questions, I walked south until I reached the little bridge, and then stopped. Because I saw those little tiger-skinned fish, all on the edge of the river, biting their tails one after another and constantly turning over to the water, and the extremely beautiful colorful tails kept flashing the sun on the surface of the water.

I was stunned for a while, this little fish is so beautiful. I wanted to jump down and grab one or two, but I didn't dare jump into the water, and although I knew I wouldn't drown in the water now, I didn't want to run home drenched and be beaten by my mom in a chair.

When it was hot, I ran to my father's grave and stood under the pine tree, where the sun was blocked by the pine. It's still a bit cool here. I thought I'd go home after a while, I'd seen these little tiger fish by now.

In the middle of this zigzag grave, the grass like Lala seedlings grew very thick, green and yellow, and shone in the sun. I saw a few long worm skins in the middle, as if they had been around for some days, and there were already traces of Saturn from the rain.

There are a lot of insects here, but they are all very small and thin, and they are not very long, and it is that time, in the moat on the side, the big gray long worm I saw is relatively large. The rest of the things I've seen are slender and slender.

However, I'm not afraid of these long worms, after all, I have seen a lot, if you don't deliberately step on it, or hit it with a stick, these long worms are still very humane, and they will immediately sting quickly when they see people.

I looked around along the three graves, and there were some tall weeds on the grave of the old man, which grew well. And the uncle's grave, I don't know why there are a lot of mugwort, those high-pole mugwort that are a little white and dark green, they look so prosperous, it is estimated that it won't be long before the uncle's grave can be all overgrown.

And, as I looked, in the southwest corner of the grave, there was a round hole of light, and it was not very thick, it was the thickness of a small egg, but the hole was so smooth that it was as if something was constantly crawling up and down on it.