Every fisherman has his reasons for loving fishing. Taking a fishing rod and sitting by the water, that's a joy!

Fishermen, have you ever felt restless after a few days without fishing, feeling miserable if you can't get your hands on the rod you have your eye on?

Why can't one extricate themselves?

Why is there a special fondness?

When you are addicted to fishing, have you ever thought back to how you gradually became addicted?

Fishermen, solitary wanderers, with a rod and bait, traveling between mountains and rivers, witnessing the changing of the seasons, just to seek the thrill of a fish biting the hook, and that tranquility away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

But how many can understand the bittersweetness of fishing?

Loving fishing is equivalent to loving solitude, destined to be accompanied by the gentle breeze, befriending one's own shadow, weaving through thorns, traversing rugged ditches, and of course enduring the harsh winter ice fishing and the sweltering summer heat while swatting flies.

Loving fishing inevitably leads to being labeled as "not doing anything productive" or "losing ambition"; the ridicule from friends and the misunderstanding from family make countless fishermen feel frustrated, and the more frustrated they are, the more they find fishing adorable. Some love flowers, some are obsessed with painting, and we love fishing; what's wrong with that?

Loving fishing means being burdened by fishing gear, "Fishing impoverishes three generations, fishing gear ruins a lifetime"; from goose feather floats to peacock feathers, balsam wood, and reed floats, from lines that never leave the rod to sub-line boxes, main line boxes, float boxes, tool boxes, and accessory boxes, everything is complete. In the end, the backpack is full, and the wallet is strained.

Despite the myriad of heartaches and sufferings in fishing, just thinking of the tranquility of wandering through green mountains and clear waters, the thrill of catching a big fish, and the sweetness of fresh fish on the table, every fisherman would shout: "Fishing tortures me a thousand times, but I treat fishing like my first love."

Fishing is one of the contents of a fisherman's life, but not all of it; it's best not to let fishing affect other aspects of life. Like gatherings invited by classmates, dinners arranged by colleagues, weddings held by relatives, and family reunions, don't skip them all just because of fishing.

In a lifetime, the true feelings between family should be cherished, the relationships between classmates should be maintained, and the friendships between friends should be treasured; one should still participate in necessary activities and not let fishing bear the blame for neglecting friendships and family ties.

A humorous poem, self-deprecating for fishermen,

Wishing everyone a bountiful catch!

Waiting for the fish to come

Bragging, smoking, enjoying leisure

Competing, showcasing skills

Brotherhood as deep as the sea

Talking about fishing, loving fishing

Talking all night, hard to sleep

Bringing home the fruits of labor

Four dishes, one soup

Gathering around the table to chat

Relaxing, feeling light and refreshed

Brothers, after so many years of fishing, are you tired?

We are not tired, only for the faith in our hearts!