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The grass is green, frogs are croaking, everything is coming back to life, the spring sun is getting warmer, and the large deep-water ponds in front of the village are being drained one after another. During the year, these deep-water ponds are used several times during the New Year and festivals to catch fish and improve the cooking pots and rice bowls of the villagers. However, this time, the dry pond was different from usual. All the water that could be drained was released, and all the fish that could be caught were caught. In the words of the villagers, it is called the bottom of the dry pond, so that the pond can be emptied to sow rice seedlings. The bottom of the pond is also like the bottom of a huge pot. The water in the pond is gradually drying up. Fish, big and small, swim along the current and gather in this last pool of muddy water. They collide, flutter, struggle and gasp. There were fewer and fewer fish in the pool, and the men, women, and children on the shore, rolling up their clothes and trousers, became more and more restless. Suddenly there was a commotion, and they jumped into the pond like a group of black sparrows, huffing and puffing, and threw themselves on the bottom of the pond. People were shouting, shouting, laughing, each one hunched over, touching the muddy water with his hands, paddling his feet in the muddy water, the muddy water was sloshing, and his body and face were covered with splashes of mud and water stains. Scenes like this often continue until dark, until the last boy, covered in mud, catches the last little fish that is dazed and with a white belly on the muddy water. He stands in the muddy water and watches for a long time, and then reluctantly lands ashore amid the harsh shouts of his parents.
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