The scene before the death of a big fish was stunned.

The first is salmon in the depths of the ocean. After the female salmon have laid eggs, they stay on one side, and the hatched small fish can not find food and can only grow up by eating their mother's meat.

The mother salmon endured severe pain and allowed to bite. When the little fish grows up, the mother fish has only a pile of skeletons left, silently interpreting the greatest maternal love in the world.

Salmon is a fish loved by mothers.

The second is the snakehead in Weishan Lake. It is said that after giving birth, the fish became blind and could not find food but could only starve. Thousands of small fish hatched were born spiritually and could not bear the mother to starve to death, so they took the initiative to swim to the mother's mouth to satisfy their hunger.

The female fish survived, but the survival of their children was less than 1/10 of the total, and most of them gave their young lives for their mothers.

Ophiocephalus Argus is a fish of filial piety.

The third is salmon. Every year during the spawning season, salmon do everything possible to migrate from the ocean to the river on land where they were born.

CCTV Animal World once broadcast the salmon's way home, extremely tragic and tragic. On the way home, there are groups of grizzly bears next to the waterfall, and most of the fish that can't jump over the waterfall enter the belly of the grizzly bear; the fish that jump over the waterfall are exhausted, but they still have to face the prey of tens of thousands of fish sculptures.

Only a few lucky ones can evade capture. After using up all their energy and reserves of fat, the salmon swam back to their birthplace and accomplished the most important thing in their lives. Fall in love, get married and lay eggs, and finally die peacefully in your birthplace.

In the spring of the following year, the new salmon broke its eggs and went down the river to begin the difficult life journey of the previous generation.

Salmon is a fish in love with the countryside.

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 pay with no regrets until we have nothing to pay.

One is the children, who have forged a blood bond with us from the day they were born, and have been trusted to grow old ever since.

One is the hometown, no matter how high it is, one day we still have to embark on this road home.

We are all a group of lonely fish, accidentally swam to this world, and have been accepted by this world since then, becoming the biggest concern for the three fish in this life.