Newly organize the old fisherman's profit
"A chicken of left hand, a duck of right hand ",Moaning the ditty, think of the windfall profit of today, fishmen are stepping on the cheerful step, in face of the setting sun, walk to the small fishing village of wild duck's wild duck of smoke from kitchen chimneys.
Fishing among the Lou, red crowned crane that grievance does not disappear, and river clam still glaring eyes in opposite directions. The dying of people, its speech is good too; The dying of the bird, its tears is sad too, with the approaching step by step of death, they begin to germinate out the repentant purpose of a silk silk too. "Clam's brother! Blame me to be too greedy, has originally already had enough small fish's shrimp, but still miss you correctly Well! " The red crowned crane thought of oneself actually from the middle of the forehead, but a piece of " greedy " Thrown into jail, just, it is incessant to choke with sobs in the life. Hear red crowned crane's words from the depths of one's heart, the river clam that still made one's blood boil can't help bowing the head too. "Well, blame me show off air for the moment, think lesson you originally, let you dare, start to me never next time, finally ",Talk about half, the river clam has had one's face covered with tears already
. Twilight sunset of the last in the setting sun disappears by the far sand river storehouse, the fisherman has got back to one's own simple and crude home too. See from on the point of dying river clam and red crowned crane that fishing pour in the Lou, wife of fisherman a little against one's conscience. "Head of a family! It is said that bird flu prevails recently, let's set them free, besides, these things are not delicious, " Listening to the chattering of the wife, the fisherman is a bit unhappy, " you understand something, this is a traditional wild game. " Put down the stiff words, the fisherman has gone out and slaughtered carrying the red crowned crane and river clam. The next day, the story of the old fisherman's profit was spread all over the whole village, why did not people's annoyed oneself while envying fisherman's good luck too have so good luck.
After the a few days, in one high dark night of night such as wind, the fisherman died like the iron tower, it is said that has got bird flu. The quiet fishing village has become more and more calm again after the noise and excitement of the old fisherman's profit
