英語(yǔ)美文：垂釣者

　　以下是小編整理的情感類(lèi)英語(yǔ)美文欣賞：垂釣者， 希望對(duì)你有所感觸。

　　The Fishermen 垂釣者

　　There was a group called "The Fisherman‘sFellowship". They were surrounded by streams andlakes full of hungry fish. They met regularly todiscuss the call to fish, and the thrill of catching fish.They got excited about fishing!!

　　Someone suggested that they needed a philosophyof fishing, so they carefully defined and redefinedfishing, and the purpose of fishing. They developedfishing strategies and tactics. Then they realized thatthey had been going at it backwards. They had approached fishing from the point of view of thefisherman, and not from the point of view of the fish. How do fish view the world? How does thefisherman appear to the fish? What do fish eat, and when? These are all good things to know.So they began research studies, and attended conferences on fishing. Some traveled to faraway places to study different kinds of fish, with different habits. Some got PhD‘s in fishology.But no one had yet gone fishing.

　　So a committee was formed to send out fishermen. As prospective fishing placesoutnumbered fishermen, the committee needed to determine priorities.

　　A priority list of fishing places was posted on bulletin boards in all of the fellowship halls. Butstill, no one was fishing. A survey was launched, to find out why… Most did not answer thesurvey, but from those that did, it was discovered that some felt called to study fish, a few tofurnish fishing equipment, and several to go around encouraging the fisherman.

　　What with meetings, conferences, and seminars, they just simply didn‘t have time to fish.

　　Now, Jake was a newcomer to the Fisherman‘s Fellowship. After one stirring meeting of theFellowship, Jake went fishing. He tried a few things, got the hang of it, and caught a choice fish.At the next meeting, he told his story, and he was honored for his catch, and then scheduledto speak at all the Fellowship chapters and tell how he did it. Now, because of all the speakinginvitations and his election to the board of directors of the Fisherman‘s Fellowship, Jake nolonger has time to go fishing.

　　But soon he began to feel restless and empty. He longed to feel the tug on the line once again.So he cut the speaking, he resigned from the board, and he said to a friend, "Let‘s go fishing."They did, just the two of them, and they caught fish.

　　The members of the Fisherman‘s Fellowship were many, the fish were plentiful, but the fisherswere few.