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我是一名维吾尔族青年,十分喜爱钓鱼。今年5月18日,风和日丽,气候宜人。清晨,我和几位钓友相约来到离库尔勒市区20公里的孔雀河下游包头湖钓鱼。我选在一处有芦苇的河段下钩。大约过了4个小时,我的一支海竿突然铃声响起,我跑过去抓起竿柄向上猛提,一股不可抗拒的力量立时传到我手上,拖着渔线慢慢向左前方移动。啊!可能碰上大鱼了。我本想控制它的游动方向,但根本控制不住,海竿被拉得弯弯的,渔线一下子放出约40米才止住。我稍稍调紧
I am a Uygur youth, very fond of fishing. May 18 this year, the wind and the weather, a pleasant climate. In the early morning, I went to Baotou Lake, a fishing village on the lower reaches of the Peacock River, about 20km from downtown Korla. I chose to hook under a section of reed. About 4 hours later, a bell of my sea rod suddenly rang, and I ran past grabbed the pole handle to lift violently, an irresistible force immediately spread to my hand, dragging the fishing line slowly to the left front mobile. Ah! May come across big fish. I wanted to control the direction of its movement, but at last I could not control it. The poles were bent and the fishing line suddenly released about 40 meters before it stopped. I tightened a little