In modern times, on the tidal flats in eastern Zhejiang, the sound of the tide was filled with salty smell, flowing over the small fishing villages that had made a living by fishing for generations. She is a "waste" in the eyes of everyone in the village. She cannot hold the bamboo handle of the fishing net, cannot distinguish the time of the tide, and has learned even the most basic net-weaving skills with stumbling skills. She is criticized by her father and brother for being clumsy, and is laughed at by her neighbors. She only guards a small drafty hut on the seaside, listening to the ebb and flow of the tide. Others said that she had never had to go to the sea in her life, but her seemingly timid and clumsy temperament made her calm down. As she rushed to the sea again and again, repaired fishing nets again and again, and memorized the water patterns in front of the tide, she slowly understood the temperament of the sea. From being a novice who couldn't tell the difference between high and low tides, to being able to predict the fishing season by the sound of the tide; from being an marginalized person, to trying to find a new way for the fishing village to get to the sea. The wind on the tidal flat wore away her cowardice, and the fishing fire illuminated her origin. After spending half her life ups and downs, she finally found her own place between the sea and the shore.
