在我的钓史上,也不都是“过五关斩六将”,“败走麦城”时,也有不少尴尬事。 一次,兴致勃勃地骑车野钓。刚到塘边,头顶上乌云翻滚,瓢泼般的大雨顿时下了下来。我连忙就近钻进一草棚内,祈盼暴雨快点停歇。谁知雷鸣电闪,雨骤风狂竟闹腾了4个多小时。草棚漏雨,把衣服淋透了不说,塘里的水也变成“黄汤”,只得打道回府。但脚下是土路,一片泥泞,自行车不仅不能骑,而且连推都推不动,只能让它“骑人”,扛在肩上,赤着脚往回挪。十几里路艰难负重,到家时天已黑了。夫人一见我的狼狈相,又好气又好笑。不待夫人埋怨,我赶忙自嘲:唉,为什么不收听天气预报呢? In my fishing history, not all are “five off the beaten track”, “defeat Mai City”, there are a lot of embarrassing things. Once, happily cycling wild fishing. Arrived at the pond, head of dark clouds rolling, pouring heavy rain suddenly down. I quickly got into a hut nearby, pray for a rainstorm hurry to rest. Who knows thunder flash, rain suddenly mad Tyrannarium more than 4 hours. Leaky bourgeoisie, drenched the clothes do not say, the water in the pond has become a “yellow soup”, had to go home. But at the foot of the dirt road, a muddy bike not only can not ride, and even pushed push can not move, only to make it “riders”, carry on his shoulders, moving back barefoot. Shilibali difficult road load, when it was dark days. My wife saw my embarrassed phase, but also arrogant and funny. Not wait for his wife complain, I quickly joked: Well, why do not you listen to the weather forecast?