Rain, stop and fall.
Day, sunny and cloudy.
Such weather is obviously not suitable for travel. However, such weather is perfect for fishing, so I decided to go fishing while traveling.
Autumn rain is continuous, sometimes cloudy and sometimes rainy
Rainy break.
The sky shone slightly.
I simply packed up my fishing gear and headed straight for the mountains.
Mountain roads, winding and winding.
On both sides of the mountain road, the smoke and rain are misty.
Above the mountains, smoke and rain are misty
It was late autumn.
Above the rolling hills, deep and light colors have begun to change. In the distance, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple are constantly changing. However, the bend at the foot of the mountain is still green.
After crossing the bottom of the ridge and crossing the Yangping, I finally found a nice river bend.
The bend at the foot of the mountain is still full of greenery
In the bend, the river swelled.
I propped up my umbrella, propped up my chair, and started fishing while admiring the view.
I feel that the environment here is really good, here quietly listen to the wind, listen to the mountain language, listen to the Zen language, and then support a rod by the river, catch "sand stick" fish, catch horsemouth fish, catch creek grouper.
I enjoyed the tranquility of being alone.
Fishing alone in the mountains, peace of mind
For me, the greatest joy is that in addition to the busy code words, a person quietly avoids the hustle and bustle, avoids the entanglement of right and wrong and gossip, and goes to a quiet place where no one interferes.
Here, let the tranquility and serenity quietly stay around, let the tranquility flow quietly in the heart. As high as the mountain in front of you, as happy as the mighty river in front of you, as free and relaxed as the birds that skim over the sky overhead.
It's nice to be alone like that.
One person and one rod, fishing alone in late autumn
Just then, a wild stick-flowered bass fish hooked, and it naturally interrupted my thinking.
We often call it "sand stick" because it likes to inhabit the slow-flowing shallow water on the bottom of the sediment, and because it is full of meat, like a meat stick.
Wild stick-flowered bass
Time flies by quickly.
More than two hours passed unconsciously.
I looked down at the catch and felt like I was enough to stew a bowl of fish soup, so I started packing my tackle and heading home.
For me, fishing is not in the fish, but in "pleasure".
I have always believed that a person living in this world must have at least one more hobby, or travel, or fishing, or fishing while traveling. Hobbies like this can not only add to their own life interest, but also eliminate work fatigue. If one can combine one's interests and strengths with the strong needs of society, it is easy to create miracles. Like me, my former hobbies were writing and traveling, but now writing and traveling have become jobs.
Two hours of stream fish
At this moment, I suddenly remembered my first book published in 2003, called "So Simple". In this book, there is a small story: two people go fishing together and come back empty-handed. A said distraughtly, "It's really obscure, not a single fish has been caught!" B said satisfactorily: "The fish was not caught, but after a trip, the air in the wild is so fresh, making people feel really comfortable!" ”
In fact, the way to enjoy life is very simple, don't "fish for fish's sake".
Great views of the mountains