There is a fish I once fed in the river

At the beginning of July, my wife and I were going out to do something. Due to the long journey, it takes less than half a month to go back and forth. During this period of time, the flowers and plants in the flowerpot on the balcony were told that there should be no problem if the children took time to have a look, poured some water and simply handled it. What is not easy to deal with is the fish raised in the fish tank. It is absolutely impossible to ask the children to take care of the fish. The fish tank needs to be fed every day, and the water in the fish tank needs to be changed at least once a week. On the one hand, they have no experience, and on the other hand, they have no patience. That fish is not the goldfish that we usually see with round bubbles on the head and a flower tail like a skirt, but how to say it? I’m afraid I can’t say that it is a red carp, and its tail is surprisingly long. This fish has been following me for more than a year. I used to have two, and that one is gray-black. But the fish died for some reason more than a month ago. Because we had the plan to go abroad, we didn’t buy it again. So over the past month, this fish has been swimming in the fish tank alone. Every day when I come back from outside, it swims over and looks at me. Once, I wanted to take a picture of it, but when I put the lens on it, it turned around and ran away. I tried it several times but didn’t make it. It’s strange to say that after years of feeding, I haven’t seen it grow up, as if it was just bought. I think it’s not its fault that it can’t grow up, but I have delayed it. Therefore, I dismissed the idea of sending this fish to the ornamental fish market for others to buy it as a pet. I decided to send it to the river and let it live. There is a river next to the community where we live. The water quality is relatively good, and this fish’s destination is here. That day, what we bought was the train tickets in the afternoon. We had to leave for the railway station after lunch, but I hadn’t sent it away until 10 am. I wanted it to stay at home for a longer time. I also fed it, seeing that it had eaten almost enough, I put water in a transparent plastic bag and then put the fish in it. The fish is still looking at me in the plastic bag. Suddenly, I couldn’t bear it: it had never seen anything in the world. Could it find food in the river? Will the fish in the river bully it? Ordinarily, it should be the elder of those fishes who are almost as big as it, but it grows into a dwarf by mistake. Will it become a disastrous sign of being laughed at and attacked more? But there is no way. This is the best way. Whether it can survive depends on its creation. I poured the fish into the river with water, and the fish swam happily in the water immediately. In the beginning of more than a minute, it had been upstream of the water in a small circle, unwilling to go far away. Swimming, suddenly a drill down suddenly disappeared. But I stood by the river and didn’t walk. I wanted to see where it swam. I have a hunch that it will swim back again. As expected, it swam up again after about five minutes. But this time it only appeared for a while and then disappeared into the water. It left, with a worry, a concern, and a naughty part of it. It has gone, and since then, it has nothing to do with me. Looking at its happy appearance on the water just now, my heart was slightly comforted. I hope it can live peacefully and happily without wasting my heart. Although it has nothing to do with me, the river it is in flows into my life. I will never forget that there is a fish I once fed in this river. It was the hot summer season for a long time after I came back from outside. Every evening, my wife and I turned out, walked along the river, walked to the bend of the river, and sat down on the grass by the river. This is exactly where I put fish. 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