Colorful years

The harpoon gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like a silver lightning bolt, slicing through the water and hurtling toward its target.

However, just as the harpoon was about to pierce the crucian carp, the fish seemed to sense the danger. It suddenly flapped its wings and darted away, quickly avoiding the attack and running into the deeper area.

Although Congcong's harpoon was swift, it was ultimately a step too slow, only creating a small splash on the water's surface.

Fishing is a technical skill that requires not only composure but also the steady, accurate, and ruthless use of the harpoon.

Congcong was not discouraged; he understood that fishing required patience and skill. He readjusted his posture and continued to wait for the next wave of fish.

This time, he observed the movements on the water's surface more carefully, trying to figure out the fish's swimming patterns.

Soon, another group of fish swam over. This time, Congcong didn't rush to act, but patiently waited for the best opportunity to arrive.

When the fish swam to within a few feet of him, he suddenly swung his harpoon and stabbed at the largest fish.

The harpoon, like an arrow released from a bow, pierced the water's surface in an instant and struck its target accurately.

The fish struggled in the water for a moment, and then was firmly pinned to the pebbles on the riverbed.

Congcong cheered excitedly; he had successfully caught his first fish!

He carefully removed the fish from the harpoon and gently placed it into the bamboo basket hanging at his waist.

Looking at the lively fish in the basket, Congcong felt a great sense of accomplishment. He knew that this fish would not only add a delicious dish to his family's table, but also represent the result of his hard work and wisdom.

As time went on, Congcong's fishing skills became more and more proficient. He learned how to judge the location of fish by the ripples on the water's surface and how to cleverly use obstacles on the riverbed to catch them. His harpoon seemed to become a magical tool in his hands, bringing unexpected catches with every swing.

As the sun rose higher, its rays shone on the water, creating shimmering waves that resembled countless sparkling gems dancing in the sunlight.

Congcong's face was covered in sweat, but he was in an exceptionally happy mood. He knew that this morning's fishing would be one of his most unforgettable memories.

Suddenly, Congcong's gaze was drawn to a group of fish gathered in the shallow water near the shore. The fish seemed to be vying for some food, thrashing and leaping in the water, creating a lively scene. A thought struck Congcong; he had come up with a better way to catch fish.

He quietly climbed ashore from the water and then quietly circled around to the other side of the school of fish...

As the number of fish in his basket increased, Congcong's mood grew increasingly cheerful. He felt as if he had established a special connection with the river, and every swing of his harpoon or hammer brought unexpected surprises.

He began to enjoy this feeling of close contact with nature and the joy of achieving results through his own wisdom and hard work.

The sun gradually moved towards its zenith, and before he knew it, it was time to go home for breakfast and go to school. Congcong knew he had to end his fishing trip for the day. He glanced at the fish in his basket and nodded with satisfaction.

Although the number wasn't much, it was enough for him. He knew these fish would add a delicious dish to his family's dinner and bring his parents a sense of comfort and pride.

Congcong reluctantly walked to the riverbank. He looked back at the shimmering river, his heart filled with gratitude and longing.

He knew that this little river not only improved his family's life, but also witnessed his growth and changes.

Congcong walked home with light steps.

Along the way, he imagined the surprised and gratified expressions on his family's faces when they saw the fish he had caught, and his heart was filled with anticipation and happiness.

He knew that this morning's fishing time would become a beautiful memory in his heart, and would also inspire him to keep moving forward and keep striving.

When I got home, my father had gone to work early and hadn't returned yet, but my mother had already prepared breakfast.

When the mother saw her son bring home half a basket of fish, a smile of surprise and relief appeared on her face.

Seeing his mother's happy face, Congcong felt happy and content.

After finishing breakfast, Congcong happily went to school.

Thanks to Mom's skillful cooking, the half-basket of small fish became a delicious dish on the dinner table.

The whole family sat together enjoying the fish that Congcong had caught. They ate and chatted, sharing their joy and happiness. Listening to his parents' warm words of advice and expectations, Congcong felt grateful and motivated.

He knew that his efforts and dedication not only brought him growth and progress, but also brought hope and happiness to his family.

This joyful time spent fishing with a pitchfork became a cherished memory for Congcong. Whenever he recalls that sunny morning and the shimmering river, a warm feeling and a sense of strength well up within him…