The sea breeze gently swept across, bringing with it the shimmering light of the sea.
On the coast of the port, along the stone break wall, groups of elderly people gathered. Each one sat on a small stool, their fishing rods hanging in the sea water. They sat quietly, waiting for the fish to bite. You could see the sudden slight quiver of someone's fishing rod—a slightly overweight old man excitedly reeled in his line, "Got one!"
A fish was quickly pulled from the sea water, creating a beautiful arc as it was swung over, through the air.
"Old Goodman, you've already caught a fish so early! Is that a new fishing rod?" Old Wang asked casually after noticing the new rod.
Old Goodman grinned, not hiding the satisfaction in his eyes. "This fishing rod was bought by my son! It's great!"
"Your son really is good to you, you're very fortunate."
"Old Wang, your daughter-in-law always takes you and picks you up in her car. I'm really envious."
