Once upon a time, in a quiet and peaceful mountain village surrounded by green mountains, there lived a dexterous and kind-hearted young man named Ah Fu. Since childhood, Ah Fu has a special love and intimacy for clay. In his spare time, he will always sit in the yard and make all kinds of delicate and lovely small objects with clay. Birds, animals and flowers are lifelike in his hands.
One day, while playing with a small object made by himself, Ah Fu accidentally pieced together several clay blocks of different shapes, and then tried to play, but he made a crisp and pleasant sound. The sound was like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, and it was also like the singing of birds in the forest. Ah Fu was ecstatic at once, and his eyes twinkled with surprise. From then on, he was obsessed with the production and improvement of the ocarina, and was bent on making the beautiful sound more perfect.
However, the days of calm did not last long. One year, the village suffered a rare severe drought. The blazing sun scorched the earth mercilessly, the crops gradually withered, the fields were deserted, and the water source was completely dried up. The villagers looked at the cracked land and empty water tanks, and fell into deep despair.
Ah Fu looked at the miserable villagers and was burning with anxiety. He clenched his teeth and secretly determined to bring vitality to the village with his Ocarina. So he stayed by the humble pottery kiln day and night, and kept trying to burn the ocarina that could pray for rain. The hot flame made him sweat profusely. His hands were scalded again and again, covered with blisters, and his eyes were red with thick smoke, but he never had the slightest idea of giving up.
Looking at Ah Fu's haggard appearance, the old hunter in the village painfully advised: "Ah Fu, this drought is a disaster from God. It's not necessarily useful for you to work so hard. Don't wear yourself out." Ah Fu raised his face full of sweat and ashes and said firmly, "Uncle Chen, I can't just watch the village disappear. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'll try."
Finally, on a full moon night, after numerous failures, Ah Fu successfully fired a crystal clear Ocarina full of mysterious runes. Under the moonlight, the ocarina emits a soft light, as if it contains endless mysterious power. Ah Fu took up the flute with trembling hands and began to play. The melodious melody, like crying and complaining, slowly floated to the sky.
In an instant, the sky changed, dark clouds gathered rapidly, and between lightning and thunder, torrential rain fell from the sky. The cracked land greedily absorbed the rain, and the dried up river was filled with water again. The villagers went out of their homes, cheering and grateful to Ah Fu.
"Ah Fu, you are a great benefactor of our village! This rain can save us!" the village head uncle excitedly held Ah Fu's hand and said in a trembling voice. Ah Fu scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile, "uncle, this is a blessing for everyone. I just did what I should do."
Since then, Ah Fu's Ocarina skills have become more and more exquisite and famous. But he did not forget the villagers in the village. He imparted the craft to the children in the village without reservation and patiently taught them how to make Ocarinas and how to play beautiful sounds. Thanks to the efforts of Ah Fu, the small mountain village gradually regained its vitality and joy in the past. The story of Ah Fu and the magic ocarina, like the breeze in the mountains, has been passed down from generation to generation among the people and has become a legendary story.