In his spare time, he recalled the past, and at that time, he was deeply impressed, so he expressed him in words and paid tribute to the past.
I remember that I was also a teenager at that time, my family's land is very far from home, if you take the main road, half an hour, cut a short road, have to flow the river, go up a big slope, not very good. That day I cut a short way home, and when I walked to the edge of the rice paddy, I heard the sound of squeaking, and in the evening, it was almost dark, and I felt a little scared.
Curious is the nature of young people, quietly leaning over, seeing that the outlet of the rice field was smashed out of a big pit by the water, we called the drip water hyacinth, there was a black piece, the cry was from here, as soon as I got close to the sound came out again, the heart at that time, really scared. Turn around and run.
After running for a while, I felt unwilling, so I found a wooden stick and went back to see what it was?
Back to the place where I first heard the sound, I saw that the pit was black and pressed and didn't know what was going on, still moving, shaking with a wooden stick, the scream came out again, a closer look, it turned out to be a pit of fish, many were loach, I was the first time I saw so much, some are still very large, the big one is more than a foot long, at that time I thought it was a snake.
Went home and took a bucket, came back to catch fish, a bucket full of water, the small ones did not want, probably more than forty pounds, a very unforgettable experience, know that the fish will still bark, will make a sound.
Now scientific farming, the use of chemical fertilizers and pesticides, there are no fish in the rice fields, there are no frogs, rice yields have gone up, but rice is not delicious.
It is wonderful to reminisce about the past because of the past times when you were young. To our lost youth.
