Be Calm to Conquer
At the year when I was 9 years old, my dad was big on fishing. He went fishing every weekend in summer with fishing tackles painstakingly sorted out. My mom couldn’t bear the heat so I became the only choice of being dad’s company.
That day was really a scorcher. Dad and I headed for the fishpond by bicycle. The contact between road’s melted pitch surface and tires made sticky noise. Eventually, we arrived at the destination with wet shirts and sore muscles. It is a cruel day for fishing in the thorny sunshine, I murmured. Dad was carefree and content, big smile on face. “Nice day, hah?” Dad remarked delightedly. I didn’t respond, because the reflection of fishpond dazzled me. The nature responded immediately to dad’s appreciation by a hot wind mixed with smells of fishpond water and grass. Suddenly, some fish jumped out of the water and made very pleasant sound. I could even see the fish lying deliciously in mom’s pot, and sell the fragrance of the yummy. After several minutes of imagination, I was renewed, full of energy. “Yes, yes, nice day, nice fish!” I grinned. “So, let’s do it!” dad grinned back.
We used four rods. During the first hour, the floats fell in sleep, and dragonflies were busy with dipping their tails into the water. The picturesque was beautiful and placid, but the flaw was that fish seemed unwilling to kiss the hooks. I manage to calm myself with the thought that the fish were taking a snooze. It would be better later in that they would be waken up by the deadly charm of lure. Then I scratched my head and surprisingly found that my hair was a virtual stove. I was scared by the power of sun and a strong feeling of irritation began to haunt me. If a dragonfly dared to fly around me at the very moment, I must catch it and tear it up, and use the peaces of its body as the bait. Ah! Yes, it a good idea to catch a dragonfly, and made it a specimen. Fish? Go to the hell! I can’t see any possibility of hooking the...