I grew up in the countryside and ate all kinds of wild game in the mountains.
But what I still remember is a fish eating in fifth grade. I was a fifth-grader.
The new semester has just begun. Sitting in the classroom, I was still thinking about the joys of the summer vacation, so much so that I forgot to study hard.
Every time I copied someone else's homework, or went home to let my parents tutor me. Saying that it is tutoring is actually letting them complete the homework for me.
A few times ago, my parents reluctantly agreed to tutor me. Then things changed.
One day after school at noon, I had just walked to the door and smelled the fragrant fish soup. The hungry worm in the stomach is stirring! Unable to wash my hands, I rushed into the kitchen to find out where the fish soup was, trying to get a bowl to serve.
My mother just came to the kitchen from outside, saw what I was looking for, and asked why. She told me, "Let me not be in a hurry, and when my father comes back from his work in the fields, we will eat together."
I had to hold back my hunger and wait for my father to come back. During the time when my father did not return, I asked my mother where did this fish come from? My mother told me that the fish was caught by my father in a ditch in the field, and that it was a crucian carp. For this reason, my father's hand was also cut by a branch. I nervously asked my mother if my father's fingers mattered, and why I was still working if I had broken my fingers.
My mother stared at me and said to me slowly, It's all right, we're farmers, there's nothing to fuss about this little injury. I believed it.
Talking kung fu, father returned. I ran quickly to my father's side and gently picked up his hand to see how the injured finger was doing. Father threw up his arms and said - no big deal, it's okay, let's have dinner!
When eating fish, my father asked me, do you like to eat fish? My answer is yes. Father then asked, do you prefer to catch the fish yourself and eat it, or do you only eat it when someone else catches it? I blurted out —of course I was only responsible for eating. Father shook his head. I looked at my mother again, and she also waved at me. Suddenly I was confused.
The mother then spoke, "Child, someone else catches fish for you, only occasionally, and if one day you are alone in a place where there are only fish, and you do not eat fish, you will go hungry and even die." How are you going to do that?" I was asked. I looked at my father expectantly, hoping to hear him explain for me.
My father cleared his throat and told me that "it is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish."
After listening to my father's words, I suddenly understood in my heart and understood my parents' good intentions for me. They were teaching me to eat fish that whatever I did, I had to do it myself and not to rely on others all the time.