Chronicles of the Flying Fish

A master's graduate in aquaculture gets slapped into another world by a grass carp, with nothing but a chipped piece of porcelain he bought for eighty yuan. He squats by an abandoned pond and says, “It can be saved.” Then he spends a lifetime laying a road from the bottom of that pond all the way to the stars.

You think he's raising fish, but he's really raising water. You think he's raising water, but he's really building a road. You think he's building a road, but he's really cultivating a path toward the stars.

Flying fish aren't fish. They're wings that water grows for itself when it reaches the end of its journey.