The script of fisherman and goldfish. . . . . . . Note that it is a textbook play. .

The story of fisherman and golden fish.

Commentary: Once upon a time, there was a fisherman and his old woman who lived by the blue sea. They lived in a shabby mud shed for thirty-three years. The fisherman pulled up his net and began to fish. The old woman spins and knits. One day, the fisherman went to sea again. Suddenly, he saw a group of little goldfish. He cast a fishing net into the sea and only some algae were caught. Then he cast a net and some seaweed was dragged up. The third time he cast a net and caught a fish. This is not an ordinary fish-this is a goldfish.

Little goldfish: (begging) Let me go, Grandpa, and put me back in the sea. I will give you a valuable reward: I will give you anything you want to redeem.

Commentary: I was surprised and a little scared.

Fisherman: I have been fishing for thirty-three years, and I have never heard that fish can talk. (Turning his head, he looks at the goldfish carefully and puts it back into the sea) Little goldfish, God bless you! I don't want your reward. You can swim to the blue sea and swim freely there.

Little goldfish: (grateful and excited) Thank you! Grandpa, please call me if you need anything. (Little goldfish swimming)

Commentary: The old fisherman came home and excitedly told the old woman about this great miracle.

Fisherman: Today I caught a fish, not an ordinary fish, but a goldfish. This goldfish can talk like us. She begged me to put her back in the blue sea and was willing to redeem herself with the most valuable thing: she would do anything I asked her to redeem her freedom. I dare not ask for her reward, so I put her back in the blue sea.

Old woman: (pointing at the fisherman and scolding him) You fool, what an old fool! Why not take the reward of goldfish! Even if you want a wooden basin, wow, ours is broken.

Commentary: So the fisherman came to the blue sea. When he saw a slight wave in the sea, he called out to the goldfish.

Fisherman: Little goldfish, little goldfish. ...

Little goldfish: (swims to him) What do you want, Grandpa?

Fisherman: (salutes her) Come on, little goldfish, my old woman scolded me for not letting me be a fisherman. She wants a new wooden basin. Ours is broken and can't be used any more.

Little goldfish: Don't feel bad. Go ahead. God bless you. You will have a new wooden basin soon.

Fisherman: Thank you! Little goldfish.

Commentary: When the fisherman came back to the old woman, he saw her washing clothes in a new wooden basin. But how can a small wooden basin satisfy the old woman's heart?

Old woman: (cursing worse) You idiot, what an old fool! What an old fool! All you want is a wooden basin. How much can a wooden basin be worth? Go home, old fool, and find the goldfish again, give her a present and ask her for a wooden house.

Fisherman: All right then.

Commentary: So the fisherman went to the blue ocean again, and the blue ocean turned.

Fisherman: (summoning goldfish) Little goldfish, little goldfish. ...

Goldfish: (swims to him) What do you want, Grandpa?

Fisherman: (salutes her) Come on, little goldfish! The old woman scolded me even more. She didn't let my fisherman have peace, and my nagging wife asked for a wooden house.

Goldfish: Don't feel bad. Go ahead. God bless you. That's it: you'll have a wooden house.

Commentary: the fisherman walked to his mud shed, which had disappeared without a trace; In front of him is a wooden house with a bright room, a white brick chimney and an oak door. The old woman sat under the window.

Fisherman: Old woman, you should be satisfied this time!

Old woman: (pointing to her husband and swearing) You idiot, ten complete idiots! Old bastard, this cabin is nothing! Go, go to the goldfish and say I don't want to be an ordinary peasant woman anymore, I want to be a hereditary lady.

Commentary: The fisherman walked towards the blue sea, and the blue sea churned. (Music)

Fisherman: (calling goldfish again) Little goldfish, little goldfish, little goldfish. ...

Goldfish: (swims to him) What do you want, Grandpa?

Fisherman: (salutes her) Come on, little goldfish! The old woman lost her temper even more. She doesn't want to be an ordinary peasant woman. She wants to be a hereditary lady.

Goldfish: Don't feel bad. Go ahead. God bless you. (After swimming into the sea)

Commentary: In this way, the old lady became a hereditary lady. She lives in a tall building. The old woman stood on the steps, wearing an expensive mink vest, a gorgeous headdress and a pearl necklace around her neck. There are servants around.

Fisherman: (respectfully) Hello! Dear lady, are you satisfied now?

Commentary: The old woman said nothing.

Commentary: Week after week, the old woman's temper got worse. Old woman: Go, bring that fool to me!

Old woman: (pointing to the fisherman) Go back to the goldfish. Tell her I don't want to be a hereditary lady anymore, I want to be a free queen (rising in tone).

Fisherman: (pleading in shock) What's the matter, wife, are you crazy? (looking flustered and scared) There's nothing you can do. You will make the whole country laugh.

Old woman: (getting more and more angry, she slapped her husband) How dare you talk back to me and argue with me, hillbilly? Go to the seaside quickly. To tell you the truth, if you don't go, you have to be taken. (Grinning) Ha ha ha ha. (The old woman turns away angrily)

Fisherman: (helpless, talking to himself) God, how nice this is!

Commentary: When the fisherman went to the seaside, the blue sea became gloomy and dark. (Music)

Fisherman: (calling) Little goldfish, little goldfish. ...

Goldfish: (swims to him) What do you want, Grandpa?

Fisherman: (salutes her) Come on, little goldfish, my old woman is yelling again: she doesn't want to be a lady anymore, she wants to be a free queen.

Goldfish: Don't feel bad. Go ahead. God bless you. Well, that old woman will be the queen!

Fisherman: Thank you so much! (Salute)

Commentary: The old woman became the queen of freedom as she wished. She lives in a tall castle, dressed in gorgeous royal clothes and wearing a golden crown on her head. She was surrounded by ministers and nobles. Pour her foreign wine, eat fancy cakes, and stand beside the majestic guards.

Fisherman: (at first glance, I can't help but be a little scared. I quickly knelt down (to the old lady) how are you? The old ... (not) majestic queen! You should finally be satisfied now!

Old woman: (without even looking at him) You smelly old man, you really don't know how to live or die. Get down and be a slave! Somebody, put him down.

Commentary: In this way, the old woman lived a very luxurious life, wearing exquisite clothes, eating delicious food, singing and dancing every day. This extremely comfortable life not only failed to satisfy her, but made her more greedy and rampant. A few days later, she lost her temper again.

Old woman: Soldier. Bring the fisherman here.

Old woman: (crazy and arrogant) Fool, go to the goldfish and tell her that I don't want to be the queen of freedom anymore. I want to be the overlord of the sea, let the goldfish serve me and let her listen to my command. hahahaha

Commentary: Fishermen dare not talk back and disobey. So he ran to the blue sea and saw a dark storm on the sea: the raging waves surged and roared. (Music)

Fisherman: Little goldfish, little goldfish. ...

Goldfish: (swims to him) What do you want, Grandpa?

Fisherman: (salutes her) Come on, little goldfish! What am I supposed to do with this damn old woman? She doesn't want to be a queen anymore, she wants to be a sea overlord; In this way, she lives in the sea of Wang Yang and wants you to serve her personally and listen to her casually.

Commentary: The goldfish didn't say a word, but scratched his tail in the water and swam into the deep sea. The fisherman waited for a long time at the seaside, but he didn't wait for the answer. He must go back and see the old woman. At first glance, it was still the broken mud shed, and her old woman was sitting on the threshold, and it was still the broken wooden basin. Everything is so quiet and ordinary, only the slight sound of the waves is ringing, as if telling this greedy story, and as if warning the world that greedy people will not come to a good end.