PFC Chapter 318: First Fishing Experience
Chapter 318: First Fishing Experience
Chapter 318: First Fishing Experience
After hearing this, the family's hearts, which had been hanging high in their chests, finally settled down like a huge rock. Then, the guardian walked up to us with a smile and gestured for us to follow him. And so, under his guidance, we began the rest of our tour along the marked, absolutely safe route.
Along the way, the knowledgeable and enthusiastic guardian, like a professional tour guide, regaled us with detailed accounts of the scenic area's remarkable ice sculptures and the rare, precious, and precious species. With his lively and engaging commentary, our journey, initially filled with endless fear and unease, gradually underwent a miraculous transformation. Thanks to the guardian's timely appearance and attentive companionship, the trip, which initially felt daunting, became a magical adventure filled with countless surprises and joy.
Under the personal guidance of our guardian, we immersed ourselves in the captivating charm of this frozen landscape. Everyone gazed curiously at the magnificent sights, exclaiming in wonder from time to time. The children, like cheerful little birds, played and laughed in the snow. Their laughter, as clear and melodious as silver bells, echoed lingeringly throughout this vast world of ice and snow, seemingly infusing the entire icy world with a warmth and vibrant energy.
Time flies by so quickly, and in the blink of an eye, our journey through this world of ice and snow has come to an end. Everyone's face held a faint reluctance, their eyes revealing a lingering desire to savor the enchanting beauty of the scenic area. Abel and Ken whispered about the wonders they had just seen, while Xueni kept glancing back, as if trying to imprint every inch of the scenic spot into her memory.
However, when everyone's thoughts turned to the upcoming trip to Cybertron for the fun and challenging winter fishing event, their slightly disappointed expressions were instantly replaced by excitement. Everyone's eyes lit up, their faces filled with anticipation, and they chattered about the various interesting things they might encounter during winter fishing.
The guardians silently escorted us all the way. When we arrived at the entrance of the scenic area, they stopped and waved goodbye to us with a gentle smile. Their friendly eyes seemed to bless us for the rest of our journey.
We turned and walked over to a local ice sled parked nearby. Its unique shape, intricately carved, shimmered with a strange light in the sunlight. We excitedly climbed aboard and found our seats. With a shout from the driver, the sled slowly set off, carving graceful arcs across the pristine white snow as it sped toward the winter fishing grounds.
Along the way, the biting cold wind howled like a roaring beast, stinging our faces like knives. But the biting chill didn't dampen everyone's enthusiasm. Children cheered and leaped excitedly on the sleds, pointing at the snowdrifts along the roadside and imitating the drivers' shouts. The adults, wrapped tightly in thick cotton coats, shared their hopes and fantasies about winter fishing.
Finally, we arrived at our destination. The view suddenly opened up, revealing a vast expanse of icy lake. The ice shimmered in the sunlight, like a giant mirror. Quite a few people were already busy on the lake, some chipping away at the ice, others sorting their fishing gear, and still others carefully lowering their nets into the holes they had dug. The scene was bustling with activity.
At that moment, several staff members approached us enthusiastically, holding various fishing tools, including sharp ice picks, long fishing nets, and small hooks. They patiently explained how to use these tools, demonstrating and detailing the key points of each step. The children, quick learners, eagerly grabbed their tools and began searching the ice for the right spot to dig a hole before the staff finished. Their serious demeanor made them look like seasoned fishermen.
Not wanting to be left behind, the adults grabbed their tools and got to work. After careful observation and discussion, the children and I chose a spot where the ice looked thinner and where fish seemed to be swimming beneath. We gripped our ice picks, raised them high, and pounded them hard. With a thumping sound, the ice chipped away bit by bit, splattering ice shards onto us and the surrounding snow. With each strike, our anticipation grew, as if we could already see plump fish leaping in the nets.
As the ice gradually broke, a circular hole appeared before us. The water within was crystal clear, and fish could be vaguely seen swimming in the water. Everyone's excitement intensified, their eyes fixed on the hole, hoping to catch a plump fish in this icy world and create an unforgettable memory. On this frigid lake, our enthusiasm burned like a flame, dispelling the chill and making the entire fishing experience incredibly heartwarming and meaningful.
In that world shrouded in snow, we all gazed intently at the mysterious ice cave, filled with anticipation. Like the deep eyes of the earth, the cave held an unknown allure, as if hiding countless wondrous treasures. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the cave, and their breathing subtly slowed, fearing that even the slightest sound would disturb the fish that might be lurking beneath.
Suddenly, the seemingly calm, mirror-like surface began to shake violently. The shaking started as a gentle tremor, like the earth's groaning in its slumber, but it quickly grew in intensity, as if an ancient beast had awakened and roared beneath the ice. The ice crackled, as if it were groaning in pain, or perhaps issuing a final warning.
"Oh no! The ice might be breaking!" an adult cried in terror. His voice was piercing the silence of the icy plain, like a sharp blade piercing the tense atmosphere. Everyone panicked, their previously focused expressions replaced by fear. The children burst into tears, their tender cries echoing off the ice, adding to the panic. Some clung to the legs of the adults around them, their bodies shaking uncontrollably; others stood there, their eyes wide open, tears welling up in their eyes, bewildered.
In this chaotic moment, a staff member shouted, "Don't move! Slowly move toward the shore!" That voice, like a ray of light in the darkness, brought a sense of calm to the panicked crowd. Everyone frantically followed his orders, like a flock of headless flies, carefully moving across the ice. Every step felt like a life-or-death struggle, fearing the ice beneath their feet would suddenly crack.
I held the hand of the child beside me tightly. That little hand was cold and trembling, and my heart tightened, as if gripped by an invisible hand, rising to my throat. I could feel my own heartbeats pounding in my ears, each one a warning bell. While comforting the child beside me, I tried to calm myself and led him, step by step, toward the shore.