Bayu Festival

Later I left the fishing village and visited many places. At banquets in Shanghai, I have eaten expensive squirrel seabass; in foreign restaurants, I have seen sea fish longer than my arms. But the taste of all fish can't compare to the smell that filled the air that spring night when grandpa split the fish head open with a knife - the salty, tender smell of sea water and father's love. It was then that I understood that the so-called "filial piety" is not to give the fattest parts to others, but to willingly keep the hardest bones for yourself, and to eat them with relish.