枫叶天堂 写道:三年了, 确切说是三个冬季了。
我每次带着信心去找你,却带着失望归来。
记不清去过多少次,脑子开始麻木了。
什么花言巧语, 什么鲜花, 你为何那么绝情?
“世界上幸福的人到处有,为何不能算我一个。”
曾责怪天公不作美,也抱怨补过时不对与地不利。
或许我太傻, 太天真,可谁让你那么吸引我。
如今我再也找不到一个可以让自己伤心的理由。
昨晚孤枕难眠,以为今晨能如愿和你相见, 我再一次失望。
心要碎了,我开始恨那块地方,明天再去找你最后一次。和往常一样, 我会带很多礼物, 希望有一样你会喜欢。


边走边钓 写道:哈哈哈,小伙子被Lakers调戏了。枫叶天堂 写道:三年了, 确切说是三个冬季了。
我每次带着信心去找你,却带着失望归来。
记不清去过多少次,脑子开始麻木了。
什么花言巧语, 什么鲜花, 你为何那么绝情?
“世界上幸福的人到处有,为何不能算我一个。”
曾责怪天公不作美,也抱怨补过时不对与地不利。
或许我太傻, 太天真,可谁让你那么吸引我。
如今我再也找不到一个可以让自己伤心的理由。
昨晚孤枕难眠,以为今晨能如愿和你相见, 我再一次失望。
心要碎了,我开始恨那块地方,明天再去找你最后一次。和往常一样, 我会带很多礼物, 希望有一样你会喜欢。
枫叶天堂 写道:三年了, 确切说是三个冬季了。
我每次带着信心去找你,却带着失望归来。
记不清去过多少次,脑子开始麻木了。
什么花言巧语, 什么鲜花, 你为何那么绝情?
“世界上幸福的人到处有,为何不能算我一个。”
曾责怪天公不作美,也抱怨补过时不对与地不利。
或许我太傻, 太天真,可谁让你那么吸引我。
如今我再也找不到一个可以让自己伤心的理由。
昨晚孤枕难眠,以为今晨能如愿和你相见, 我再一次失望。
心要碎了,我开始恨那块地方,明天再去找你最后一次。和往常一样, 我会带很多礼物, 希望有一样你会喜欢。


wetnose 写道:你知道吗,今天回来的路上,站长告诉我,这些年冰钓16~17次Laker,目前为止还是空军的记录,看看人家站长的那种热情不减当年,你就应该能想通了。

胖Pungo狗 写道:俺生性见不得不平,那啥,枫叶,站长,继续努力,需要三陪(陪吃,陪喝,陪钓),吱声。


枫叶天堂 写道:阿华 写道:枫兄,下次俺也去钓一次,踫运气,哈哈
你来了会给我带来好运的






xiaolu 写道:再看看去年初, 一鬼佬在 BBP 多次钓 LAKER 空军后, 给 LAKER 写的一封热情洋溢的公开信, 您和我没钓到 LAKER 实在不算什么啊:
Dear Lake Trout,
What gives? I know you are down there. I've seen the blips, streaks, and lines on my sonar and fish finder. You can't pretend like you haven't seen my hooks, baits or lures. I can see you are looking at them. You come right up, stare them down, and then just swim right away. How rude. Was my dinner offer to you simply not generous nor delicious enough? Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something to offend you? I'm a pretty good guy. I like puppies and long walks on the beach... Why don't you want to meet me?
I've come to see you more than a half dozen times and I'm starting to get the feeling like I'm the only one putting in an effort in this relationship. I bring you gifts of flashy silver and gold, tasty little morsels of rubbery goodness, and entertainment items of all shapes and sizes. I'm doing everything I can to make you happy, but all you do is turn your nose up and casually glide away. Come on... I have feelings too, you know.
Is it too much to ask that you just come up and say hi? And let's be realistic here, I'm not looking for those magazine cover models. I know those beauties are out of my league. And you know what? To the smaller and "ordinary" fish down there, while other fishermen constantly overlook you in search of the smokin' hottie in the middle of the school, I would gladly take your picture at the end of my arm and show you off to all of my friends. All I need is for you to give me a chance.
I'm not going to give up on you Lake Trout. My friends keep telling me there are plenty of fish in the lake and that one day I'll meet my first Lake Trout, but you know, it's getting harder and harder to keep my head up. The more I get shut down, the more I feel like there is something wrong with me. I'm a good guy. I have a good job. My rod is... well... I've been told by more than one walleye, that my rod is quite impressive and that I certainly know how to use it. I have a lot to offer. Please, Lake Trout, just give me a chance. We could be so good together.

wenxiuxuan 写道::brvxiaolu 写道:再看看去年初, 一鬼佬在 BBP 多次钓 LAKER 空军后, 给 LAKER 写的一封热情洋溢的公开信, 您和我没钓到 LAKER 实在不算什么啊:
Dear Lake Trout,
What gives? I know you are down there. I've seen the blips, streaks, and lines on my sonar and fish finder. You can't pretend like you haven't seen my hooks, baits or lures. I can see you are looking at them. You come right up, stare them down, and then just swim right away. How rude. Was my dinner offer to you simply not generous nor delicious enough? Why are you ignoring me? Did I do something to offend you? I'm a pretty good guy. I like puppies and long walks on the beach... Why don't you want to meet me?
I've come to see you more than a half dozen times and I'm starting to get the feeling like I'm the only one putting in an effort in this relationship. I bring you gifts of flashy silver and gold, tasty little morsels of rubbery goodness, and entertainment items of all shapes and sizes. I'm doing everything I can to make you happy, but all you do is turn your nose up and casually glide away. Come on... I have feelings too, you know.
Is it too much to ask that you just come up and say hi? And let's be realistic here, I'm not looking for those magazine cover models. I know those beauties are out of my league. And you know what? To the smaller and "ordinary" fish down there, while other fishermen constantly overlook you in search of the smokin' hottie in the middle of the school, I would gladly take your picture at the end of my arm and show you off to all of my friends. All I need is for you to give me a chance.
I'm not going to give up on you Lake Trout. My friends keep telling me there are plenty of fish in the lake and that one day I'll meet my first Lake Trout, but you know, it's getting harder and harder to keep my head up. The more I get shut down, the more I feel like there is something wrong with me. I'm a good guy. I have a good job. My rod is... well... I've been told by more than one walleye, that my rod is quite impressive and that I certainly know how to use it. I have a lot to offer. Please, Lake Trout, just give me a chance. We could be so good together.