An essay about going to Changpoling Forest Park.
My father invited me to go fishing by the river, and I readily agreed. After that, I began to prepare tools. I don't want to stay at home for a moment, even without this cool air conditioner. I put my tools in my bag, and it seemed that a shiny big fish jumped out of my eyes, and I couldn't wait to go with my father.
We were riding bicycles, and our mood suddenly became melancholy. When will this hot weather end? There are few pedestrians on the road, and I accidentally found only one or two pedestrians passing by. Yes, I can't stand waiting in such hot weather. I think of a poem, "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." This scene is roughly the same as in the poem, except that the weather is two completely different situations. I don't think about it anymore The bumps along the way made me feel refreshed, but the hot sunshine impacted my psychological bottom line for a long time.
Finally arrived at the river bank, the grass on the slope added a beautiful scenery to the earth, and it looked more and more shiny. I don't know whether it is the care of water or the care of the sun. When I came to the grass, I suddenly felt refreshed. Where can I breathe the fresh air at home? The clear water across the river seems to be the source of this coolness. I chose a place where the grass is delicious and put down my backpack.
After several fishing experiences, I pretended to be an old man, unhurriedly took out the fishing rod, put on the bait and threw the hook into the water without losing my discretion. Then the water rippled, as if it were an expanding army, but I didn't know there were rebels inside.
The ripples on both sides of the river disappeared, and the coils of fearless fishing rods trembled again. When I mentioned it hard, a shiny little fish appeared in front of me. I lifted the fishing rod, took it off, and put it in the fish bucket like a treasure. At this time, my father's fishing rod shook violently, and a big and fat fish suddenly jumped out of the water. Its silver scales sparkled in the sun, which caught my attention like a silver belt. I was envious and jealous, so I threw the hook into the water and waited for a long time. My father caught some more fish, so I can't wait any longer. I raised my fishing rod and prepared to go home. Only then did I realize that I didn't put the bait.
My father and I both laughed at my carelessness.
If I hadn't lost my mind because of my father's achievements, I would have gained more. Isn't life the same? I always change my mind because of other people's actions, thus losing many opportunities.
Friend, should we put ourselves in the container of life journey?