Begging for composition "... let me move"

In summer, I like fishing in the river best. Seeing all kinds of strange fish is like catching a glimpse of the world's top mysteries, which makes people extremely excited.

That day, as usual, I came to the dock by the river with a plastic bucket, a big basin and rice, sprinkled a handful of rice and waited for the fish to swim over. Just as I was waiting for the fish, I suddenly found a head exposed in the crack of the pier stone under the water.

Oh, my God, what is this? The little yellow head sticks out of the water, and there is a long neck between the water and the stone, not a snake!

I ran home screaming. Call my neighbor's eldest brother and tell him that there is a snake and ask him to help me drive it away. Several people in the village were attracted by my cry and came to the river to watch the excitement.

An elderly man looked at the snake I was talking about and said with certainty that it was not a snake, but an eel! Or a stout eel! Hearing this, the people around you are also anxious to catch it back and go home to eat. People brought long bamboo poles, hooks and other tools. Wait by the dock, because the eels are scared by the people around them and hide back. People talk about it one after another. Monopterus albus will stick its head out if it wants to breathe.

After waiting for a long time, I don't know who shouted "There is movement!" Everybody gather around and watch. Sure enough, the eel showed its head again, and a Monza, a neighbor's brother's bamboo pole hooked the eel's mouth and pulled it ashore. Everyone cheered, some with pots and some with water. They put eels in pots and raised them.

I watched happily. Hum, don't you dare scare me, you will be caught!

After a while. The audience also dispersed. After dinner, I went back to the basin and stared at the eel again. Suddenly, I was surprised to find many slender shadows in the basin, about two or three centimeters long, very thin and still twisted. I'll call someone soon. Is this eel poisoned? !

Dad and uncle looked at it for a long time and said, this is a small eel. Because all eels grow up in their mother's mouth, probably this big eel knows that he will be captured alive soon and wants to let the little eels go. After that, they all left, but I refused to leave.

This is a female eel. I suddenly feel like crying. Eel mother is great. When she knew that she would not live long, she just wanted to let the little eels run for their lives. But mom is dead. What about the little eel? Can eels survive without mother's protection? I came up with the idea of raising large and small Monopterus albus, but it was ridiculous. Such a small eel can't even find its mouth or grow its eyes. How can it live? I am so awed at the thought of the magic of life, but at the same time, life is so small.