Jiangcun August blue bass fat. Three or four relatives and friends carried fishing rods, pots, rice, pots and bowls, soy sauce and other things out to sea. The sun is shining overhead, and the breeze on the water is blowing. Pick a quiet place in the shadow of the island, moor the boat, everyone hangs the fishing line, and the boss of the boat gets a ruler of snapper and two or three small bass, while we laymen ’s hooks only hang With a little miscellaneous fish. It's so popular!
At noon, we called the opposite fishing boat, bought a bigger bass, and tied the boat to the pine tree by the island. While the boss of the boat was cooking, he lay down with his arms closed. The sun was dazzling, and the girls covered their faces with sleeves. Under the body, the sea licked the bottom of the boat, swaying as if lying in a cradle. Unconsciously, the dream traveled around the soul, already 30 miles away. Suddenly, thundering through his ears and opening his eyes, the boss of the ship was shouting, "Guest, dinner is good! Get up!"
The bowl on the bamboo skewer is filled with rice and soup, and the large dish is filled with sashimi. A small bowl filled with soy sauce. Rice cooked with tide water is slightly salty but sweet. The boss of the ship cut large chunks of sea bream and sea bass with rusty kitchen knives. The fillets were bigger than the wood chips cut by the carpenter's axe, but they were so sweet and delicious. After eating, borrow the well water on the island to moisturize the throat. Go back and take off your clothes, jump from the boat towards the sea, swim up, and sleep again, the sun tilted west. The breeze was blowing, and then the boat was changed to another place for a while. The sun was more sloping westward and finally set. The islands were dim one after another, and the purple water flowing on the glittering water surface soon turned white again.
Returning to the boat and returning home, every time there was a snoring sound, some stars added to the sky. Starlight reflected in the water, and the boat was traveling in the sky. The dark island, the lights are on and off, there is no voice, but it is full of insects everywhere. Walking and walking, the sky and the sea became dark. The snoring was rolling and splashing, like a green phosphorous fire. Xia Ye was fragile. After returning, but when Jiang Village was silent, it was all dark, and only the noise of insects was heard.
