On a typhoon day in 1983, Chen Dagang suddenly woke up on a bumpy fishing boat and found that he was back to the age of 14 - the summer when his parents died, he was mistreated by his uncle and aunt, and he was about to lose the last fishing net left by his father due to an "accident". The salty sea breeze carries with it the regrets of the past life: my younger sister Xiaohua died young due to poverty and illness, I worked illegally in the city and died of exhaustion on the construction site, and the rocky beach in the fishing village will always remain barren and dilapidated.
This time, he tightened his grip on the rusty harpoon left by his father on the side of the ship, with only determination in his eyes. The faint light of the spiritual spring flickers at the bottom of the reef cave, which is his secret hidden in the sound of the tide; the call to catch the sea sounds again, which is his clarion call to gather his neighbors. He used spiritual spring water to improve fishing nets, promote seafood production, and lead his partners to seize the opportunity in the stormy waves; he withstood the difficulties of evil neighbors and the covetous capital, and sent kelp, pearls, and seafood from the rocky beach out of the fishing village and to markets farther away.
From repairing a leaky fishing boat to building a modern breeding farm, from letting his sister enter the classroom to leading the whole village to build brick houses, Chen Dagang stepped to the rhythm of the waves and rewrote his destiny step by step. He has seen the black waves of sewage discharged from chemical plants, fought against bullies who robbed the land, and guarded the secret of Lingquan, standing firm between interests and conscience. When the former barren small fishing village burst into laughter from tourists, when the name "Rocky Beach" appeared on foreign trade orders, and when his sister burst into tears holding the admission notice of the fishery school, he finally understood: rebirth is not only to make up for regrets, but also to make the sea that raised him always churning with waves of hope.
Between the ebb and flow of the tide, the boy who once huddled at the bottom of the broken boat has become a
