My mother was ill, so I came back all night. The doctor said there was something wrong with the stomach, but it was nothing serious. After discharge, it is necessary to carefully recuperate and give priority to soft food to help digestion, so as to recover quickly. I followed the doctor's advice and cooked soup and porridge for my mother with my father when I got home. But after half a month, my mother is still skin and bones, and there is no obvious improvement. Some villagers suggested that wild fish and shrimp are rich in nutrition and are the top grade of health care and nourishing. Try simmering soup and porridge.

After listening to it, I seemed to understand the "true story" and immediately set about preparing fishing tools for fish and shrimp. For rural areas, wild fish and shrimp are not uncommon, especially in summer.

In summer, the countryside is surrounded by green trees, and rural rice waves break out one after another. Looking from a distance, the hut looks like a beautiful face, with fine features, no pollution, no anxiety, and it is very cool. My father and I came to a ditch with a fish frame, a pot and a shovel. First, block the upstream water, then shovel mud to build the dam, and then pile the downstream mud at a distance of five or six meters from the dam. Finally, we used pots and pans to scoop out the water in the middle ditch. When we tried to turn the river into the sea, the water in the middle ditch was drained, and the fish and shrimp were completely exposed to the mud under the ditch and jumped around in horror. My father and I took the time to pick up the fish and shrimp in the fish box. When the fish and shrimp were fished out, the upstream water was almost full. My father and I smashed the dam with a shovel, restored the ditch and let the water flow smoothly.

When I got home, my mother saw me and my dad covered in mud, asking questions with concern and feeling distressed. My father and I smiled at each other with a basket full of fish and shrimp, and our joy was beyond words.

My mother likes to drink crucian carp soup and shrimp porridge. My father and I go out to catch fish and touch shrimp on time every day as we go to work. Catch in ditches or rice fields when it rains, and catch by the river when it doesn't rain. On days when it doesn't rain, fish and shrimp like to hide under the water plants by the river to enjoy the cool. Father said that this is a good opportunity to catch fish. My father and I each took a dense large-caliber fish basket and quietly walked to the edge of the water grass. We aim the fish basket at the grass cover with lightning speed, and we can harvest three or five pieces every time. After half a day, a few pounds of fresh fish and shrimp were taken home.

Every meal, a bowl of thick fresh fish soup and two small bowls of shrimp porridge, my mother ate with relish, her appetite was obviously boosted, and her energy gradually improved. The whole person looks radiant and his figure has recovered really well.

Mother is getting better, and I should go back to work. Before the long journey, I stepped on the dew in the morning, breathed the fragrance of rural weeds, and traveled all over the mountains, ditches and rivers where I used to catch fish and touch shrimp, as if I were saying goodbye with gratitude, and as if I were missing that wonderful rural time. Only think: more fish and shrimp, long happiness!