Flying fish may be some beliefs or culture rooted in people's hearts since ancient times. As the younger generation we accept these from childhood and carry these cultures into the new world. When new ideas, as well as a variety of new wave of science and technology come in the new era, our minds have been baptized and impacted again and again. But at this time, the culture of the older generation was still with us. We begin to question these beliefs and cultures, and we become disgusted and eager to break free. So we use the "weapons" we have acquired from the new world to attack them. We try to prove that we are right, that we have grown up, that we are not the children we used to be, that we have learned everything we can...

Only in the end do we realize that our detachment from these ideas leads to a detachment from those we most dear and were loved by.

 

Scripts:

In a dry well, a sapling sprouted, it gradually grew taller, but in the end it was just a bare tree, without any leaves, flowers or fruits.

 

A white-bearded Father, a singing girl came here and played music together, then the tree began to blossom, a large number of fruits grew up and fell to the ground one by one.

 

This is the fruit that can only be produced by the cooperation of music and the instrument.

 

The fruit of the LingYin Tree is the only source of food for the flying fish in the valley over winter.

 

Three scenes: the Valley, the forest, the Coastline

 

The Valley.

The place where Lad grew up, with Father and girl accompanying him, and where flying fish were nurtured.

 

 

The lad came out of the well, knocking on a few branches, but did not knock out any beautiful notes.

 

Suddenly there was a string of beautiful sounds coming behind him - The Father began to play the tree as an instrument, and beside them at some point appeared a young girl, smiled at the lad, turned and sang beautifully.

 

The valley began to rain, and these flying fish took to the air, with the boy following close behind.

 

The forest

The flying fish flew away upward.

 

The boy dragged one of them so that he could be carried to the sky. There were all kinds of trees of different shapes and sizes, and the fruits they bore were just like arrows and swords. Here the boy saw a completely different and very new world.

 

At the woods, there was a Jar that attracted the boy's attention. Approaching the jar, shouted downward, a large group of flying fish emerged from the well and scampered up to the sky.

However, the flying fish that flew up from the bottom turned from pure white to peachy red and kept surrounding him.

 

Looking at these flying fish, it was both familiar and unfamiliar.

One of the flying fish flew to his hand and then turned into a puddle of red liquid.

 

A group of flying fish flew towards him, hit his body and instantly turned into a puddle of red water as well.

 

(Underneath)

When the Father and the girl looked up, the rain falling from the sky, the raindrop turned red...

 

 

He became a fish killer.

 

The flying fish came together to become a huge fish and continued to fly upward, to the mysterious black hole.

 

Everything surfaced as the lad climbed up the ladder to the sky.

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The Coastline

Like sugar gourds hung strings of LingYin fruits in the cave.

Flying to the bottom of the crag, the big fish shrunk to the size of a person, facing the string of fruit, then inserted this fruit in its hand into the vine, and began to sing.

The lad came after her and stopped behind.

The big fish removed its hat, but the girl's face appeared.

 

The moment the hat was removed, the boy behind grew into a youth, (the old man's young appearance).

 

The girl handed him a pair of wooden sticks, he took them in his hands, walked under a string of hanging fruit vines, struck a string and finally beautiful notes came out, and, at the same time, the girl began to sing.

 

In the final shot, in the dry well in the forest, another flying fish emerges, pure white flying fish.