It has always been believed that everyone has at least one angel to guard themselves.
Some of them are like relatives to accompany us, some are like friends to bring us laughter, some are like lovers to give us the most sincere love, so that our lonely fish have concern for the world.
Tell the children the story of the three fish.
<h1 class = "pgc-h-arrow-right" > the fish of motherly love, salmon</h1>
After the mare salmon has laid its eggs, it stays on the side, and the hatched small fish cannot forage for food, but can only grow up by eating the mother's meat.
The mare rattle endured severe pain and let it bite.
The little fish has grown up, but the mother fish is only a pile of skeletons, silently interpreting the world's greatest maternal love.
It is a ray of sunshine that makes your soul feel warm like spring even in the cold winter; it is a clear spring that makes your emotions pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of the years.
The love of motherhood shook the heavens and the earth, and the ghosts and gods wept.
The grace of maternal love flows with the rivers and shines with the sun and the moon.
May the mother of the world not forget to leave a love for yourself.
May the children of the world, do not forget to return the mother's love with a strong fragrance.
<h1 class = "pgc-h-arrow-right" > the fish of filial piety - snakehead (li).</h1>
Commonly known as blackfish, it is said that this fish is blind after giving birth, unable to forage and can only endure hunger, hatched thousands of small fish are born with spirituality, can not bear the mother to starve to death, they take the initiative to swim to the mouth of the mother fish one by one for the mother fish to fill the hunger.
The mother fish survived, but less than one-tenth of the total number of children survived, and most of them gave their young lives for their mothers.
The Book of Verses says:
"Mourn your parents, give birth to me."
Just as the so-called family affection is priceless, flesh and blood love, knowing its consequences, still have to sacrifice their lives for the well-being of the child, and the child is also filial piety, with the body to the mother to fully eat.
With a grateful heart, filial piety comes first, and do your best to make your parents live happily, food and clothing.
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > the fish of nostalgia - salmon</h1>
Every year during spawning season, salmon migrate from the ocean to their land-based birthplace, the river on land.
CCTV Animal World once broadcast the salmon's way home, which was extremely tragic and tragic.
On the way home, there are still herds of grizzly bears guarding the waterfall, and most of the fish that can't jump over the waterfall have entered the belly of the grizzly bear; the fish that jumped over the waterfall are exhausted, but they still have to face the predation of tens of thousands of fish sculptures.
Only a few lucky people can escape the hunt.
After exhausting all their energy and reserves of fat, the salmon swim back to their birthplace to accomplish the most important things of their lives.
Fall in love, get married and lay eggs, and finally die peacefully in your birthplace.
In the spring of the following year, new salmon burst out of their eggs,
Descending down the river, the difficult life journey of the previous generation began.
Stetson said:
"Man's hometown is not just a specific land, but a vast mood, not limited by space and time; once this mood is aroused, you have returned to your hometown."
Home is the hometown is good, the moon is the hometown Ming.
No matter how many prosperous places you go to, you can't replace the weight of your hometown in your heart, there are people you care about and things you miss, even if you go back late, there is always a lamp for you.
Someone said:
"Worrying is an inexplicable emotion."
Some people say that worrying is a joy; being cared for is a kind of happiness. To be concerned about something is a kind of possession; to be concerned about something is to be consciously important.
However, worrying can sometimes become a burden, the so-called "belt gradually widening and never regretting", with a bit of inexplicable stupidity.
And I am willing to have this concern, because they fill me with vitality; because they make me feel that I am no longer alone in this complicated world; for this, I only want to be grateful.
I often think that there are at least three fish in this world that move us.
One is our parents, who give us life, watch us go far away, and give without complaint or regret until we don't pay anything.
One is the children, from the day they fell to the ground, they formed a blood relationship with us, and from then on they trusted us to grow old.
One is the hometown, no matter how high it floats, one day we will still have to embark on this road home.
We are all a group of lonely fish, accidentally swam into this world, and have been taken in by this world ever since, becoming the biggest concern of the three fish in this life and this life.