In the living room, there is a small fish tank, there are several lively and agile fish in the tank, not only the house has vitality, but even the owner himself has a rare interest.
The word "erotic" is elusive. Calling the wind and rain may not be interesting, camping may not be uninteresting, love is born from the heart, fun comes from the heart, depends on the heart, and comes with the fate. In short, the right fit is good. I raise fish precisely because of this abstract and accidental "interest".
Looking back at the starting point of the fish farming experience, it is completely accidental. A few years ago, the wife's unit was rebuilt into an open space to demolish the original fish pond. Dozens of goldfish in the poor pool of my wife and colleagues who have nowhere to live are taken home to "adopt". Looking at the five goldfish that had been made up in a plastic basin, I went to buy a fish tank that day and helped them "settle down". In this way, these fish babies with different colors have unconsciously become a part of my life.
I remember the first time I stood by the fish tank and watched the small fish swim, my mood was still a little nervous. The friends around me are all raised with precious tropical fish. In contrast, these small goldfish with a flat posture and low birth really can't lift the table, and if they are good, they will not provoke everyone to joke and ridicule. However, when I spilled a bag of cheap fish food for a dollar into the fish tank, and the little fish were chewing and happily circling around with their mouths open, I was momentarily relieved. That's fate! Since they met, they treated each other sincerely and were like a family to be considered natural. Just go with the flow.
Fish, like people, are living creatures, and it is inevitable that they will live and die of old age and illness. Although I tirelessly change the water to feed and take good care of it, under the service of my novice rookie, the little fish will still be uncomfortable with the water temperature environment, sick, and sluggish, until they weakly spread their white belly on the surface of the water and die...
Day and night, every day, I had to use a small fishing net to catch the small body, leave the water, and leave the "little friends" who were quietly watching not far away. At that moment, I was sorry and sad.
Next, I worked hard to clean the fish tank, clean up the fish manure, buy fish food again, and go online to find fish farming experience, I want to use my efforts to avoid the baby fish facing another life and death, to avoid my nerves being tortured again.
However, it backfired. The more diligent and attentive I became, the more I could not avoid the baby fish getting sick and dying one after another. The more the baby fish is reduced, the more I doubt myself, the more I doubt my abilities, the more I doubt my fate with these little beings. I can't even imagine how I feel when the fish tank is empty and there is only a pool of still water left, and I feel sorry for my loss!
My wife suggested that I buy a few new small fish to fill the fish tank, saying that it would be angry and might change the long-lasting decline. Her words reminded me, "There are dozens of fish in the original unit big fish pond, and I haven't seen anyone always change the water to feed ah, these fish should be very good to feed, you are too diligent!" ”
I changed my fish farming attempts according to this sentence, occasionally feeding, and changing the water for most of half a month. More importantly, it is to silently warn yourself in your heart: do things according to the law, be appropriate, and do not use your own wishful thinking to change the living environment of small fish.
When several new members with the same category and slightly different colors joined the "Fish Baby House", the bathtub was suddenly revived.
The little orange-yellow fish was named "Number One" by me because it seemed to have the most appeal. Whenever it moves up and down in the fish tank, it will always follow two or three "followers" behind it, following its trajectory without complaint or regret. Especially the bright red "Number Three", it always likes to circle around the place where "Number One" has been, and will do the same as "Number One" just did, shaking its tail, spitting out a bubble, and then accelerating to catch up with the past, like a "fan sister" who can't sustain herself with the excitement of following the idol, so that my daughter and I can't see it with interest outside the tank.
There is also the black "Number Two", which can be called the athlete and the "Phelps" in the fish tank. Whenever the fish food smashed into the water, the "Number Two" would be the first to react with its well-developed nerves, and the body that was still lazy just now suddenly shook, and an instant acceleration rushed to the slowly falling fish food. Between the electric light and flint, the black trajectory intercepted the fish food, and at the same time as the mouth chewed and swallowed, it was a sudden change of direction, out of the "war zone". This kind of divine operation often sets off the yellow "number five" with a fat body and slow movement, and is particularly stupid, staring at everything in front of him with stunned eyes. Naturally, our family laughed again.
As for the red and white "Number Four", it has some maverick style. It likes to be alone, especially swimming to the corner of the fish tank and looking at the outside world through a slightly deformed glass perspective. Even in the "celebratory moment" when the fish food has fallen, it does not hesitate to watch the noisy and excited "partners" scrambling and fighting, waiting until all the dust settles, it will slowly dive to the bottom of the tank, one by one to pick up the "scraps of cold burning", chew carefully, and taste carefully. This is the best of the best, perhaps Aristotle, who is the transcendent of the fish babies.
Standing next to the fish tank, or standing condescending to examine, or sitting in equal measure, or looking at the "number four" through the glass, is a rare fun, a rare calm.
When "Number Four" and I face each other, when I look at each other with the small fish, we will have a subtle tacit understanding. They will excitedly set off a few small waves on the surface of the water, and will surface one by one and dive deep into the bottom of the tank, trying to show their vitality. I smiled involuntarily and gazed lovingly at these "living treasures." ”
When I look at the little fish as the owner, why is the little fish not looking at me as the master? For a moment, the mysterious feeling of "the son is not me, I know that I do not know the joy of the fish" came to mind. This is both love and joy, but also reverence for life and respect for life.
The fun of fish, the fun of knowing each other, the fun of respect.
The daughters and these little fish have their own games. Whenever she approached the surface of the water with her tender little hands, the athletic "Number Two" and the humble "Number Five" would stick their mouths out of the water and try to make contact with their fingers, because they liked to hear the little master's silver bell-like laughter. As soon as they heard the laughter, they seemed to be rewarded and swam around excitedly.
When we return from vacation and open the door lock to enter the empty home, my daughter will run cheerfully to the fish tank and shout: "One two three four five!" I am back! Do you miss me? Suddenly, the listless and sleepy "little friends" lurking all over the fish tank, including the Aristotle, would rush to the surface of the water to meet the long-awaited little master.
The fun of fish, the fun is in harmony, the fun is in family affection.
I wish you all a happy fish and a happy life!