考试过后,我踏上了乡间湿润的小路,呼吸着略带泥土气息的空气,手执一根钓竿,来到池塘边。望着那因鱼儿换气而造成的一圈圈涟漪,我生疏地挂上了鱼饵,甩出鱼线。鱼线画出一条优美的抛物线,落在水面上,溅起一个个小水花。我搬来一张小木凳,悠闲地坐在岸边,时不时瞄一眼漂在水面上的浮标。不知道过了多久,我身边的一位叔叔兴奋地抓起钓竿,在使劲地拉着。很明显,一条鱼儿上钩了。叔叔 After the exam, I embarked on a wet country path, breathing a slightly rustic atmosphere, holding a fishing rod, came to the pond. Looking at the circle of ripples caused by the ventilation of the fish, I hung up the fishing lure and threw off the fishing line. Fish line draw a beautiful parabola, falling on the water, splashing a small splash. I moved to a wooden bench, leisurely sitting on the shore, from time to time to glance at the buoy on the water. Do not know how long, an uncle around me grabbed the fishing rod excited, pulling hard. Obviously, a fish is hooked. uncle