13.The Fish I Didn't Catch
I still remember my first fishing trip as if it were but yesterday. It was a still, sweet day of early summer. I received the first fishing pole from my uncle's hand, and walked with him towards the (1) .
My uncle, who knew where the best hangouts of fish were, kindly placed me at the most favorable point. I threw out my line as I had so often seen others, and (2) eagerly for a bite. Nothing came of it. "Try again," said my uncle. Suddenly the bait (鱼饵) went down out of sight. "Now for it," I thought, "Here is a fish at last."
I made a strong pull, and brought up a tangle of weeds (一团海草). Again and again I cast out my line and drew it back (3) . I looked at my uncle appealingly (可怜巴巴地). "Try once more," he said, "We fishermen must have (4) . It took me a whole day until I got my first fish."
Suddenly something pulled hard at my line, and swept off with it into deep water. Jerking it up, I saw a big fish wriggling (扭来扭去) in the sun.
"Uncle!" I cried, looking back in uncontrollable (5) , "I've got a fish!" "Not yet," said my uncle. As he spoke, there was a plash (泼溅) in the water, my hook hung empty from the line. I had lost my (6) . My patience was used up.
I sat down on the nearest stone and (7) to be comforted. Even my uncle promised that there were more fish in the river. He refitted my bait, put the pole again in my hands, and told me to try my luck once more.
"But remember, boy," he said, "Never show off catching a fish until he is on dry ground."
Though years have now passed, I have always been reminded of the fish that I did not catch. When I hear people show off a work as yet undone, I call to mind that scene by the river, and the wise warning of my uncle, "It's no use to talk too (8) about anything until it's done."