my grandpa likes fishing When you were fishing, you can always catch many unexpected things. Last year, I decided to spent my summer holiday in the countryside where my grandpa live there. Grandpa loves fishing. Simply because he enjoys the tranquility that fishing brings to him. He told me that he loves the peace and quiet on most of the trips to the lake. As been living in the city which is hustle and bustle, I really wanted to know the feeling of sitting near the river while fishing. So next day, I went fishing with grandpa. The lake, our fishing destination, is not far away from grandpa’s home, so it only took our few steps to get there. Once I got there, I found the place was so much suitable for reclusion ([rɪ'kluːʒən] ), the still water, not a ripple on it. The fog is just thick enough so the trees disappear in the distance, and everything around me looks soft. A splash breaks the calm, letting you know there is a fish feeding out there. I didn’t think grandpa was good at fishing, but it seemed that he was quite enjoy the process. Perhaps sitting there and doting nothing at all is part of his life to kill time. Anyway, after catching a small fish, grandpa excitedly threw it into the creel basket. Having been immersed in his business, he utterly failed to notice that a wild cat came quietly close to the fishing creel and wanted to eat the only fish in the creel. Fortunately, I noticed that. And I didn’t tell grandpa because I wanted to tell him the fish had flew away. Surprise, he bought it and kept fishing.o(╯□╰)o Anyway, it was a good experience.