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As a child, the greatest joy was going to the stream with
friends to catch crayfish. However, as we grew older, our weekend circle
became smaller and smaller – from two days, to a day and a half, to just
half a day. But even with limited time, we still had the same enthusiasm for
catching crayfish.
One weekend, after finishing our homework, I grabbed my crayfish basket and
was about to head out when it started to rain. It had been like this for
days, but I couldn't let the rain dampen my weekend plans – this was the
perfect time to catch crayfish! So, I joined my friends and we ran towards
the stream.
To be honest, I wasn't very good at catching crayfish – I only knew the
basics. But I firmly believed in the saying "no pain, no gain." When we
arrived at the stream, we saw the crayfish crawling around like they were at
a market, and the rain made it seem like a miniature battlefield.
Without delay, we started catching crayfish. Rather than catching them, it
felt like we were just holding them in our hands. I had a wire loop and a
self-made net, which I used to push, catch, and shake until I had caught a
lot of crayfish. My friends were even more skilled than I was.
Just then, I saw a big crayfish in a crack between the rocks. I was
overjoyed and wanted to catch it to show my friends. The crayfish had two
exits, one was open and the other was a small hole at the back. I quietly
blocked the small hole and gradually moved closer to the crayfish. Then,
with lightning speed, I caught the crayfish and shouted, "Haha! I caught it!
Oh, I caught a big crayfish!" My friends rushed over to see it, and I
playfully avoided them. But before I knew it, I slipped and fell on my back,
losing the crayfish in the process. The crayfish also gave me a nip with its
pincers, leaving me wet, scratched, and bruised. It was both hilarious and
pitiful, and my friends couldn't stop laughing at me.
Despite the mishap, I still enjoyed the weekend catching crayfish with my
friends. It was an amusing way to spend just half a day. |
