This page shows all the symbols of fish .
The above are two symbols that I like.
Watch the story reel , Press Here, please.
In the climax part of the music, I wanna show the water is flowing , slowly change to the tree branch. green leaves grow from the “flow branch” .
The static drawing might not show it clearly. Please watch the posted video as reference.
Here is the explanation of the story
Scene1: There is a poluted river. Water is dirty, Trees are dying. You can hardly see any alive fish in the river.
Scene2: A boat slowly come into the scene. Fisherman is upset all he captured in his fishnet are junks.
Scene3: However, Fisherman find out he captured a small fish this time. The fish is covered by dirt, but still alive.
Scene4: Fisherman put the fish back into the river.
Scene5: The fish starts to swim , followed by the water of the river.
Scene6: The water keep moving , the green leaves of tree starts to grow.
Scene7: All the city goes back to life.
Scene8: The small fish jumps back and forth. Fisherman find out it’s a magic fish. He regrets to let it go, so he captured it again and try to
capture more fish in the river.
Scene9: With the fishnet pulling back to the fisherman, the whole city goes back to original dead scene.
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都说江南好，秦淮泛轻舟。 金粉楼台帝王地，画舫凌波和煦风。桨声灯影瞬虚空，残花败柳恐(成)狼藉. 隔世恍惚,飞絮蒙蒙。昔日景，尽日风。龙头船，载不动,许多愁。
南朝春水绿，群鸥日日来。庙街不曾缘客扫，楼阁今始为君开。山光物态弄朝晖，河畔晴明无雨色。雾霭如烟，酒肆飞歌。乌衣巷，朱雀桥.胭脂香，琵琶琴,漫漫吟.
People say Jiangnan(a geographic area in China referring to lands immediately to the south of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River) is good. Roll the light boat on Qinhuai (the river’s name). the buildings on the bank ,owned by the emporor, used to be coated by gold. The boat sails through the waves and soft winds. The sound of rolling oar and the shadow of lights disappear in a second. Dead flowers and dying willow trees turn to mess. Absent mind wonders to another world. Surrounded by the mist of flying cotton wool. The scene of old time and the dated wind. The dragon boat can’t afford too many sadness.
The water in spring is as green as in southern dynasty . Flocks of gulls come by everyday. The temple street is sweped by the visitors. The restaurants start to open. The morning light cast through the mountains and other things. The river bank is clean and clear without any color of the rain. The fog is as thick as the smoke, there are songs coming from the restaurants. Wuyi alley, Zhuque bridge. The smell of the perfume and the sound the chinese lute are endless.
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