湖边水面上黄叶漂积,一大片一大片的,多得无法垂钓。钓线落在叶子上,沉不下去。我们只好上了老朽的独木舟,划到湖中心去。那儿的睡莲已将凋谢,蔚蓝色的湖水看上去像焦油一样,黑亮黑亮的。我们从那儿钓来一些河鲈。它们给放在草地上,不时地抽动,闪闪发光,有如童话中的日本公鸡。我们钓到的还有银白色的拟鲤,眼睛像两个小月亮的梅花鲈以及狗鱼。狗鱼向我们露出两排细如钢针的利齿,碰得咯咯作响。 Yellow lake water surface bleaching, a large tracts of large, too much can not be fishing. Fishing line fell on the leaves, can not sink. We had to go to the decrepit canoe and go to the center of the lake. Where the water lily has wither, the blue lake looks like tar, black and black. We caught some perch from there. They are placed on the grass, twitching from time to time, gleaming, like a Japanese cock in fairy tales. We also catch silver-white carp, eyes like two small moon shrimp perch and pike. The dogfish showed us two rows of fine steel needles and clucked together.