They say the river was fished with hemp rope decades ago.There was an intoxicated gleam in their eyes as they spoke. People in the small town of Mona talk about the story of this river in winter.When the wind and snow surrounded the town like armor, no matter from which angle you looked at the land, it gave people a feeling of whiteness.And the threatening cold permeated the whole town like a plague. I can’t remember which day it was, but one day, Aunt Qiqi, the most sensitive woman in Mona Town, suddenly announced an important message to the whole town: A pile of fish bones dangled in front of the mayor Chengshan's house.One of the fish's spines was as thick as a thumb.They are the fish bones of fresh fish, and the fish bones are covered with blood threads with a red smell.

As a result, men, women and children in the town, as if rushing to watch an open-air movie, walked out of their courtyards to look at the pile of fish bones with surprise and doubt. It was really a pile of fish bones, Aunt Qiqi was right.They lie vividly on a snowy field, their ivory-like skins so coldly illuminated by the northern sun. "Hey, such a beautiful fish bone must be a big fish of twenty or thirty catties!" Aunt Qiqi sighed in the crowd, and then cast her eyes on me and said, "Outsider, you have never seen such a big fish!" fish bones?" "I've seen such a thick one, but I've never seen such a beautiful one."

"That's right, you see, these fish bones have never been cooked." Aunt Qiqi clumsily squeezed her way out of the crowd like a female bear, squatting beside the pile of fish bones, picking the thickest one in her hand , yelling loudly, as if he picked up a piece of dog's head gold by accident, his flushed cheeks trembled slightly: "It was picked out with a knife, and this small fine line is the knife mark. It is so tender, my God, I haven't seen such a good fish bone in many years! I said, our river is full of love!" " "Yeah, this river is pregnant!" someone said.

People in the small town of Mona regard the river as intimately as a woman.Decades ago in this river, a net could be tied up with hemp rope and sprinkled in the river, and then the fish burrowed through the net like a gourd covered with a fence.When the net is drawn, the tail of the fish is rolled up and the scales are shining. It is a wonderful time that people will never tire of. But decades later, this river is like a woman who has passed puberty and can no longer give birth to children.The river is not as noisy as it used to be, it is calm and steady, like a person who is about to go to the ground.And the people in the small town of Mona, when it comes to the long winter, eagerly miss her past.

People talked about it, and the interest became vigorous.Everyone went home one after another, preparing fishing tools.Aunt Qiqi generously gave me the most wonderful fish bone.So tender, so cool, such a beautiful bone.