The film begins with the apprentice of the suona master Jiao, and it seems that we can roughly guess the ending, just as we didn't witness the brilliant moment of the suona master ourselves, only knowing that this skill is now on the verge of decline. The whole movie is like a prophecy, which indicates that the suona cause is forgotten in the trend of the times; "A Hundred Birds Toward the Phoenix" is the funeral music that suona craftsmen blow to the burnt leaves, to themselves and to many skills and cultures that have disappeared in the changes of the times. Tian Ming asked the teacher's mother if she had any children. Although the disciples are all like Master Jiao's children, their "Jiao Jiaban" has to be renamed because it has no children. Just like the skill of playing suona, there is no inheritance. The custom and etiquette of playing suona, as we see now, and the collapse of Chinese and western musical instruments in the film, gradually declined in the influence. Wu, the director of this film, died. He used to be an all-powerful figure in the film industry. His past achievements and status can be seen from half of the mainland film industry in the closing subtitle collection. It is also difficult for his legacy to get a little box office in foreign blockbusters such as Captain America: Civil War or domestic movies that meet the tastes of contemporary audiences.