Fourth grade composition: fishing for the first time
Fourth grade composition: First fishing 1 On Sunday, my parents and I went fishing by the river. I am very excited because this is my first time fishing.
We came to the river and saw many people fishing. Soon, my uncle caught a fish. I confidently said to my parents: "others can catch fish, so can we!" " "
We took out our fishing gear and my father began to float and fish. After a while, he pressed it, tried it, and said, "Not bad." He hung the earthworm on the hook, threw it into the river, and handed me the fishing rod. Dad told me while pressing his float: "fishing should be patient and keep your eyes on the float carefully." When the float sinks violently and then moves up and down, it means that the fish has bitten the hook. At this time, I slammed the pole and caught a fish. " Soon my float jumped up and down, and I nervously asked my father, "Do you lift the pole?" Dad said, "Bring it up." Suddenly it was mentioned that the earthworm caught by two fish was still hanging on the hook, and there was no fish at all. Dad said, "Too soon." I threw the hook into the river again and began to wait patiently. After a while, the fish came to bite again. I held my breath and watched the fish float. After waiting for a while, I suddenly lifted the pole. This time, there are not only fish but also earthworms on the hook. Dad said it was too slow this time. Well, it's not working again. This was repeated many times, and no fish was caught. I'm a little bored. My father saw my mind and said to me earnestly, "No matter what you do, you must be patient and persistent." Run when you are in trouble. In the end, there is nothing you can do. " The same is true of fishing. "After listening to my father, I sat down again in high spirits. Ah! The fish bit the hook again. I watched the fish go up and down nervously and waited for about ten seconds. Suddenly, I feel that the pole is heavy. I saw "ah! There are fish on both hooks! I actually caught two fish at a time! " Looking at the fat fish, I shouted happily.
The first fishing not only made me gain two fat fish, but also made me understand a truth: whatever I do, I must have patience and perseverance to do it seriously.
Fourth grade composition: fishing for the first time 2 One day, my grandfather and I stepped on the sunrise and came to the pond to fish with fishing rods and buckets.
By the pond, grandpa put down the bucket, took out the fishing rod, put an earthworm on the hook and threw it into the water. I also learned to put the earthworm on the hook and throw it into the water like my grandfather. After a while, I found something moving underwater, and the fish floated straight, so I dragged it up hard, and before it landed, the fish jumped into the water. In this way, I dragged back and forth several times without catching any fish.
Seeing more than a dozen fish in grandpa's bucket, I became discouraged, threw down the fishing rod and said to myself, "I'm so angry." I haven't caught any fish yet, but grandpa has caught so many. " Grandpa listened and said, "Can you catch fish by throwing a fishing rod like this?" Fishing should be patient, you can't catch fish without patience. "After listening to grandpa's earnest instruction, I picked up the fishing rod and fished patiently. After a while, I finally caught a small fish. Although the fish is not big, it is also the result of my day's labor. So I happily put the fish in the bucket. Looking at a bucket full of fish, I thought: We will have a good meal. But at this time, grandpa put away the fishing rod, picked up the bucket and put the fish in the pond. The fish swam happily in the water, as if to say, "Grandpa, thank you! " "
I was puzzled and asked my grandfather, "Why did the fish I caught for a long time let go again?" ? Busy day! Grandpa touched my head and said, "Fishing is just a pleasure." . Eating fish is more interesting than eating fish. We should protect nature. "
The sun sets in the west. Grandpa and I put away the fishing rod, picked up the bucket and went home happily.
Fourth grade composition: fishing for the first time 3 Today, I went fishing in the pond with my father, uncle and grandfather. After I brought fishing tools, my father drove to the pond.
At the edge of the pond, grandpa first packed and stretched the fishing rod, and then hung the fish food on the hook. I saw grandpa throw the fishing rod hard, and the fishing line was thrown far away in the middle of the pool with a whoosh, so he waited quietly. At this time, my uncle also adjusted my fishing rod. Similarly, my fishing line was thrown into the pool far away. I happily hold the fishing rod and stare at the water. The sun was burning on me, so I moved slightly and hid under grandpa's big sun umbrella. My hands are sore. I was anxious to ask grandpa why there were no fish bites. Grandpa whispered to me, "fishing can't be in a hurry." You must be patient. Fish is your opponent. If you are more persistent than the fish, the fish will take the bait. " Suddenly, I saw grandpa lift it hard and the fishing rod bent. I shouted to my father loudly, "Grandpa ate the hook, Grandpa ate the hook!" " ""What did Grandpa eat? It was the fish that ate the hook! "Dad smiled, ran with a net and fished up the fish." Oh, it's a red carp! " "I cried enviously.
Grandpa motioned for me to be quiet and pointed to the water. As soon as I saw it, the fish under the pole disappeared, and I was so nervous that all the fish were hooked. The fish was so strong that it pulled me forward that I lost my center of gravity and cried in utter amazement. Dad heard footsteps and ran to protect me. My uncle hurried over and took the fishing rod. I was pale and couldn't breathe in my father's arms for a long time. I almost got scared by being dragged into the pool. "Karen, you are a big fish!" My uncle teased me while walking the fish. "What my fish, I caught this fish!" I spoke in my father's tone, and my nervous mood was much better. Grandpa also came to help, and everyone started catching fish together. Wow, what a big fish! I quickly asked grandpa what kind of fish it was. Grandpa said it was a big crucian carp, weighing about three pounds. I really don't understand how a fish weighing three pounds can have such great strength in the water.
One, two, three, there are more and more fish in the fish pocket, and our mood is getting higher and higher …
When the sun sets, the pole is closed. I am really happy and excited to see everyone's red faces and a bag of lively fish!
This is my first fishing experience, an interesting and thrilling experience. Through this fishing, I also understand: as long as you have perseverance, you can succeed in doing things!
Fourth grade composition: fishing for the first time On the fourth Mid-Autumn Festival, my parents and I went to my mother-in-law and grandpa's hometown for the holidays.
After lunch, grandpa had a good idea, let my father and I go fishing in our own fish pond and cook fish for dinner. Hearing this, I jumped for joy. So, my father and I immediately found fishing gear, carried the bench and carried the bucket to the fish pond. I sat on the bench, quietly watching my father manage the fishing rod, hook and bait and throw the fishing line into the fish pond. My mood is very much looking forward to it. I hope a big fish can take the bait. Soon, the water began to flow. I saw the floating beads sinking bit by bit. I called my father: "Dad, hurry up, hurry up, the fish is hooked." Dad told me to keep my voice down, so he started to pull the cord. However, the first time he failed, he didn't catch any fish. I whispered beside him, "This fish is so fierce that he broke the hook and the line."
At this time, my father didn't give up and shouted, "Never mind, come again." So, my father checked the fishing rod again, put on new lines and hooks, and hung pumpkin vines, which are fish's favorite food. This time, after my father threw the thread into the water, nothing happened for several minutes. I'm in a hurry, but my father told me that the real exam just begins now, so be patient. I have to wait quietly. After about ten minutes, the floating beads began to sink again, and my father immediately pulled them up. At this time, the fish rolled on the water, and slowly, the fish got tired. My father dragged the fish to the shore. I took the bucket to pick it up, but I missed it the first time. Fortunately, I was quick and caught it the second time. My father and I took a look. What a big fish, it weighs five or six pounds. We were very satisfied and had dinner together this evening. We put away the fishing tackle and lifted the bench. On the way back to grandpa's house, I shouted happily, "We have fish to eat, and we have fish to eat at night."
Through fishing, I learned that it is impossible to get something for nothing. There is no doubt that there is a village. Also let me understand a truth, perseverance, can win.
Fourth grade composition: First fishing 5 In the sea of childhood memories, many memories can't be erased, but the most unforgettable thing is that fishing.
That morning, the sun was particularly bright and the faint fragrance in the air was refreshing. A good day's mood begins with this fragrant morning.
"Yes, yes, get ready, go fishing today!" Dad said to me. I just heard the news, which is even more amazing than a bolt from the blue. I was shocked at first, then jumped three feet high and was ecstatic. People who don't know will think I'm crazy.
Along the way, the singing pen of birds outside the window is usually more beautiful and euphemistic; The little tree seems to be waving to me, which makes my mood reach the extreme.
Here we are! As soon as I got off the bus, I flew to my destination and kept urging my father to hurry up.
Dad finally came, and I couldn't wait to pick up the fishing rod and let go of the line. Because of excessive excitement, I forgot to hang the bait, which caused people around me to laugh. I had to hang the bait with a red face.
Before the first wave subsided, the "uninvited guests" came again: they never caught a fish. I was depressed again when I looked at the lively fish in somebody else's bucket. My original good mood suddenly dropped by 80%, even a little agitated, but I won't give up. As soon as my eyes rolled, a strange idea came out, hanging the bait on the water, waiting for the small fish to grab it, and then taking the opportunity to speculate. One idea is not enough, but we must experiment. I didn't expect these fish to be so clever that they didn't fall for it at all. After waiting for one, the bait disappeared as soon as I mentioned it. Alas-depressed.
Now, there is only a little bit of good mood left, and then think of other ways! Hmm-maybe fish don't like this bait? Try the rice cake!
At first, the rice cake was brought, the bait was hung up, and fishing began again. A minute has passed, no, five minutes have passed, no, a quarter of an hour has passed, no, an hour has passed, and there is still no, and my mood is getting more and more depressed. Just when I wanted to give up, the pole suddenly sank. "There are fish! There are fish! " I shouted excitedly at my father. Dad, whatever he is doing, he will come to help me at once. "One, two, one, two!" Dad and I shouted and pulled, and a fish gradually surfaced. I see clearly, it is a huge river crucian carp! After this success, I regained my confidence and started fishing again …
The sun gradually hid on the top of the mountain, and it got dark. We have to go. I can't bear to leave this fishing place for the first time. Today, I have gained a lot. ...
Fourth grade composition: fishing for the first time 6 There is a first time for everything. I walked for the first time, rode a bike for the first time, learned to run for the first time, learned to play basketball for the first time … Let me talk about my first fishing!
On a sunny Sunday, my family went fishing in Tangdaowan Park. Here, the grass holds its head high and everyone is full of vigor, the grass is nodding, the flowers are singing, and there is a huge fountain. The water from the spring pool is like two dancers dancing in various ways. It is a good time to go fishing when you come to the seaside and see a calm sea. We assembled the fishing rod and bought the fish's favorite worm-sea earthworm. Everything is ready! Then I asked my father, "Dad, how to throw a pole?" "Dad saw my serious appearance and taught me:" Hold the fishing rod tightly with one hand and the line with the other, and just throw it out. "I used to do very well. Although it was thrown close, at least it was thrown out. Then I did it once, twice, three times ... Dad saw that my throwing rod was a bit like it and began to teach me to fish. " Throw the pole and stare at the float. As long as the float sinks hard, fish will take the bait. If you pull hard and can't get it up, it's hanging on the reef and waiting for the sea to blow it away. If it still doesn't work, you can only cut the thread! "The first time I started fishing, I made a little mistake when I threw the pole: the small hook hanging on the bait hung on my hand, and my whole finger was covered with blood. My mother advised me, "Look at you, how careless you are! Come down and have a rest! " I said, "didn't you tell me to finish what I started?" I must catch fish. "My mother was moved by my determination and will support me.
After countless difficulties, I finally caught a fish, which made me understand that as long as I persist, there is nothing I can't do well.
Fourth grade composition: fishing for the first time 7 Dad said he would take me fishing several times, but there was no time every time. This week, he finally fulfilled his promise!
When I first went fishing, I was very excited. I like the fishing rod my uncle gave me very much. I also have my own fishing rod! At the edge of a fish pond, my father and I put down our tools, took out a basin and put on delicious bait (I think such delicious bait fish must love it! Today will be a bumper harvest! ) We put the fishing line and hook on the fishing rod, grabbed a piece of bait and hung it on the hook. Then we throw the bait gently, and when the fishing rod is a little bent, we throw it far away and put it down. Now we can sit patiently on the shore and wait for the fish to bite. I stared at the float and watched its every move carefully. Suddenly, the float moved slightly, and my father asked me to pull the pole at once. I immediately lifted and pulled the fishing rod.
Of course, I have to wait patiently when the fish is not hooked. My father told me not to be discouraged. He said fishing is a very patient thing. I continued to bait and throw the fishing rod, holding my breath, for fear that the fish would slip away again ... I sat quietly for a while and suddenly saw the float sinking, and the fishing rod became heavier and more curved. I firmly pull the fishing rod, while pulling the fish to the shore, while hurriedly calling my father for help. So happy!
It's really delicious to eat the fish I caught at dinner! This is my own labor harvest!
Fourth grade composition: The first fishing 8 When I was 5 years old, suddenly several strangers appeared in front of me. I screamed as soon as I saw the emergency. Dad went over and said, "That was my former classmate. They invited me to fish in the reservoir.
As soon as I heard "What is fishing? I want to play. " After my efforts, my father finally agreed. I jumped three feet from nowhere for joy.
On the way, my father taught me the skills of bait and fishing hand in hand. My ears were burning with impatience, so I interrupted my father. "Haha, fishing is so complicated." I whispered.
When I came to the reservoir, I grabbed the fishing rod from my father, and the fishing rod began to work with a whoosh. Dad quickly said, "Hey, boy! You didn't put the bait. " I turned a deaf ear to my father's words and shook my fishing rod vigorously (hey, it's my first time fishing, I think this is the best). Hey, why can't I pull the fishing rod? I thought, "Dad didn't say I couldn't pull or there was a fish on the hook." On second thought, I shouted, "Dad, I caught a super fat fish." Dad will drop his eyes when he hears this. "What is Jiang Taigong's fishing method? He can catch fish?" He came to see me and smiled: "Haha, you silly boy, you caught a net." I don't believe it. Take a closer look. Sure enough, alas, it was an empty joy.
Later, I realized my mistake and decided to fish carefully according to the method my father taught me, but the fish played hide-and-seek with me in the water, as if against me. My head is going to explode. Suddenly, a few clumsy little fish bit my "feeding trap" and I threw it hard. This little fish became my "net". I laughed, put on the bait and continued to "fight".
I caught three fish at a time when I got home, and the result was not bad. I finally know that fishing is bitter before sweet, and failure is the mother of success. I like fishing.