In the midsummer afternoon, the ground was scorching hot, and the hot air went straight into my trouser legs. I came home through the heat wave, turned on the air conditioner in a hurry, and lay lazily on the sofa, listening to music while drinking juice.

"Ding-dong", the knock on the door pulled me up from the sofa and called out "Come, it's so hot, who is it?" Opening the door, I saw my mother-in-law sweating and carrying a bag of fish. I quickly called my mother-in-law into the house and handed her a bottle of herbal tea from the refrigerator. My mother-in-law was sitting on the sofa and resting. I simply cooked something to eat and gave it to her. Mother-in-law said while eating, "Hurry up and pour out the fish. The Yangtze River has just opened. Your father and I have been fishing for these fish all morning and sent them here to let you taste fresh." I took the heavy bag, and a touch of cool warmth overflowed my heart. I poured the fish into the basin, and the fish shone brightly: crucian carp, yellow fish, twisted fish, white fish, silver carp and swordfish, wow! They are all very distinctive river fish. These fish are hard to eat at ordinary times, and the price is very high. My father and mother-in-law are reluctant to eat them. After every fishing, they always send us some first, and then mention them to the vegetable market. "As long as you are in good health, you can work by yourself to reduce the burden on your." My mother-in-law often says this.

My mother-in-law rested for a while, then got up to leave, saying that Dad was still waiting by the river. I packed some dry food and herbal tea, went downstairs with my mother-in-law, and sent her to the river by battery car. There are layers of heat waves in the air, and the hot air from the river is coming naked. The leaves on the berm trees on both sides of the bank seem to have passed through a wind and frost. The sesame fields next to the embankment have become shelters for those waterfowl, and several wild ducks crow back and forth between the banks. Dad sat in the shade of the river with several fishermen and ate some lunch and snacks on the spot, which was their lunch in the day. After a short rest, the fishermen shouted and got on the fishing boat together. Six fishing boats were divided into two groups, three of them were arranged opposite the river, and the river suddenly boiled, and the waves chased the fishing boats and rolled. Dad was the oldest fisherman, and the other five boats listened to the order, only to hear dad shout "Go", and six fishing nets were thrown into the river at the same time. I usually listen to my dad at home, and fishing and casting nets is also a kind of arrangement. Whoever stands at the first post is behind, and the net is also from the three-finger net to the two-finger net, that is, from the big net to the small net, so that you can avoid missing the net if you spread it alternately.

I specifically asked my father about these two-finger nets and three-finger nets. At that time, my son was just born and was confined at home. As soon as dad was free, he erected a dark green net wall at home, and the bamboo shuttle in his hand was wrapped with string, and he swam freely in the green screen hanging on the string. After knitting a row, I put my fingers in the mesh for a competition. After watching it for several days in a row, I felt quite strange. I couldn't help but ask, "Dad, what do you mean by knitting a row with your hands?" Dad smiled lightly: "You don't know this. The size of fishing depends on the net. There are several kinds of nets. What I can do with two fingers is to fish with two fingers. A net with three fingers is a three-finger net, that is, a net for hitting a bigger fish. " Dad said, and a kind and confident smile broke out on his dark face. In this easy shuttle across the net, the water tank in the kitchen turned into a fish pond at home, with all kinds of fish running up and down, and crucian carp was the most. Dad is also a careful person. Besides a bowl of crucian carp every day, when cooking, he can always make the fish into various kinds of delicacies, such as steaming, dry-frying, braising, etc., and the warmth of family and home is also extended in the nourishment of this fish soup. My son likes to eat fish soup and bibimbap cooked by grandpa. In a blink of an eye, my son has graduated from college, but my father has added several deep furrows on his forehead!

It's impossible to go fishing in the river smoothly, and sometimes there will be storms. At this critical moment, Dad hurriedly called all the fishing boats near the shelter, connected them with ropes to prevent accidents, and continued to work after the storm. The fleet slowly moved forward in the sound of "going away", and the nets were scattered to the river, opening a glittering and translucent spray. What they spread is happiness, hope and selfless love! That cry released is bold, honest and simple! What they got was surprise, sweetness and a warm home! No matter whether he is happy or worried, Dad is poised and smiling respectfully. Watching Dad's fishing boat go away, the sun also converged his sharp light, hanging lazily on the horizon, reflecting on the surface of the water and rippling. What a beautiful fishing boat that sings half a river and half a river!

note: casting a net is a tool for fishermen to fish. The literary name should be "fishing net", which is a local dialect.