经常野钓的钓友,大都有一些不平常的经历。就拿我来说吧,每到冬天,我就会忆起那年冰钓遇地震的情景。 1998年元月10日,星期六。早晨7时29分,我从北京三家店火车站登上了开往张家口的列车。上午10点钟,列车抵达官厅水库拦河坝站。我随着拥挤的人流下了车,背着钓具走下水库大坝。放眼四望,昔日碧波荡漾的水面,已经凝固成一块平坦光滑的翡翠。这翡翠被四面青山环绕,晶莹剔透,在阳光下熠熠生辉。不一会儿,冰面上就出现了几百名钓友。五颜六色的防寒服,像绚丽的花朵,把水库的冬天打扮得春意盎然。垂钓者到达钓场后,总是抑制不住内心的激动,谁也不愿意多耽搁一分钟。顷刻,冰镩上下舞动,冰钻吱吱旋转,溅 Diaoyu often wild fishing friends, most have some unusual experience. Take me for it, and every winter, I remember the ice-fishing earthquake of that year. January 10, 1998, Saturday. At 7:29 in the morning, I boarded a train bound for Zhangjiakou from Beijing’s Sanjiadian Railway Station. At 10 o’clock in the morning, the train arrived at the Guanting Reservoir Dam Station. I flowed out of the crowd as crowded people, carrying fishing tackles down the reservoir dam. Looking around, the water rippling in the past, has solidified into a smooth flat emerald. This jade surrounded by green hills, crystal clear, shine in the sun. A few moments later, hundreds of anglers appeared on the ice. Colorful winter clothes, like brilliant flowers, the winter of the reservoir dressed in spring. Anglers arrived at the fishing ground, always unable to inhibit the excitement of the heart, who do not want to delay for more than a minute. Immediately, ice 镩 danced up and down, ice drill creak spin, splashing