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Fish Life Philosophy

 　　The salmon in the deep ocean: After laying their eggs, the mother salmon stays by her side. The hatched fry cannot find food and can only grow by eating their mother's flesh. The mother salmon endures excruciating pain, allowing herself to be torn apart. The fry grow up, but the mother is reduced to a pile of bones, silently interpreting the greatest maternal love in the world. The salmon is a fish of maternal love.

　　The snakehead fish of Weishan Lake: After giving birth, this fish goes blind and cannot find food, forced to endure hunger. The hundreds of hatched fry, naturally intelligent, cannot bear to see their mother starve, so they swim one by one into her mouth to feed her. The mother fish survives, but less than one-tenth of her offspring survive; most sacrifice their young lives for their mother. The snakehead fish is a fish of filial piety.

　　The salmon: Every year during the spawning season, salmon go to great lengths to migrate from the ocean to their birthplace on land—the river on land. The documentary series *Animal World* showed the salmon's journey home, a journey that was both arduous and tragic. On their way home, they must leap over a massive waterfall, beside which hordes of grizzly bears lurk. Most fish that cannot leap the falls end up in the bears' bellies; those that do manage to cross are exhausted, yet still face the predation of tens of thousands of eagles. Only a few lucky ones manage to escape the hunt. Having exhausted all their energy and fat reserves, the salmon swim back to their birthplace to complete the most important task of their lives: mating, spawning, and finally dying peacefully in their birthplace. The following spring, new salmon hatch and migrate downstream, beginning the arduous life journey of their predecessors. The salmon is a fish with a deep longing for home.

　　These philosophies of life often deeply move us as humans. Salmon are like parents, giving us life and watching us go far away, giving selflessly until they have nothing left to give; snakehead fish are like children, forming a blood bond with us from the day we are born, trusting each other implicitly until old age; salmon are like our homeland, no matter how high we fly, one day we will still embark on this familiar road home, drawing a perfect end to our lives.

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