沐浴着清晨的阳光,一个身材壮实的小伙子动作利索地一抬竿,竿梢低垂,鱼线发出一声尖厉的呼啸。鱼儿还没有出水,一位身形瘦高,鬓角已见银丝的中年人就赞道:“开竿就是一条大鲫鱼!有七八两吧?”小伙子看了看飞上来的鱼儿,“不到,也就半斤吧。”问话的是钓友老陆,一副精致的眼镜使老陆本来黝黑瘦长的脸颊带了几分儒雅。回话的是胡伟,浓黑 Bathed in the early morning sunshine, a sturdy young man gestures a lift pole, pole shoots down, the fish line uttered a sharp whistling. Fish have not yet been out of water, a tall, horns have seen silver middle-aged people praise: “open rod is a big carp! There are seven eight two?” Fish, “less than half a catty. ” Asked Diao Lao Lu, a pair of exquisite glasses so that the old Lu dark skinny cheeks with a bit refined. Hu Wei is back, thick black