All language subtitles for The Botanist 2025 1080p WEB-DL

Long ago, in the days
when horses still had short tails

there lived a strange man.

He often lied on the hill
facing downwards.

A huge tree pierced his chest
right through to his back.

The top of the tree pointed up
to the sky.

Because a century before he had drunk
from the spring of long life

he lived for a full hundred years.

But his wife and his family
all left this world long before him.

So the strange man lived
an unhappy life.

He tried to kill himself
by impaling his body onto a tree.

But the tree was nurtured by the water
from the spring of long life.

He ended up living for a hundred years
with the tree stuck in his body.

He sprinkled the water from the spring
of long life onto the forest

and let the plants grow forever.

My uncle once said that if you put
your hand into a hole in a tree

you can feel the tree's heart
beating just like that of a lamb,

bringing you comfort.

Lying like this relaxes me.

I can feel the plants
bouncing about around me.

Khader.

Tokpas.

Arsin Khazer.

Sultan Khazer.

Zair Khazer.

Orman Khazer.

Abdul Khazer.

I looked for ages
but couldn't find my name.

I could only find my grandfather's
grandfather's name.

Perhaps from my grandfather's
generation onwards

our names became too small
to be shown on the tree.

I would have to use a microscope
to see my generation.

- Bring the milk in.
- Okay.

This is my uncle, Yerken Bek.

He taught me all
I know about plant collecting.

He'd often jokingly call me
"the botanist".

He once told me

that a Frenchman called Rousseau
stood amongst his sheep and told him

that even someone who doesn't know
the name of a single plant

can become an accomplished botanist.

Be gone, be gone!

All bad things be gone.

My name is Arsin Abdul Khazer.

I'm Kazakh.

I'm 13 years old.

I'm 1.55 metres tall.

I weigh 41 kilos.

I'm blood type A.

I live on the northern grasslands
of Xinjiang.

My grandfather was from
the Kerait tribe.

If you look at a map you'll see

this place is only five kilometres
away from Kazakhstan

in the most northwesterly
corner of China.

Ringing in your ears is the laughter
two leaves make

as they rub against each other
in the wind.

Each leaf represents
different people’s lives.

When a child is born

a new leaf grows.

If a leaf turn yellow and wilts

it means someone must be in trouble.

Three winters ago

my uncle disappeared
in the mountains around my village.

We had a lot of snow that year.

The snow was higher than I am now.

Our family still
haven't found my uncle.

Some people say
he must have frozen to death.

But I don't believe that.

Maybe he found the spring of long life
and didn't want to come back.

Or he got lost on purpose.

Inspired by my grandfather

Uncle Yerken temporarily became
the village doctor in his youth.

He later fell in love
with a girl from the village.

My grandfather was against it
but he wouldn't listen.

My uncle and the girl went to live
in the forest for a long time.

Until one day my uncle
returned alone from the forest.

From then on he lived here alone.

Can you help me out?

Your hand.

Hey, Nurbul.

How are you, dude?

Did you see the photo
of the sheep I sent you?

You never call me.
Up to no good as usual?

You'd be better off back here.

We'd watch over hundreds of sheep
like wolves.

For sure.

Of course it's good money.

Hello?

Hello?

Our sheep are getting mixed up
with the others.

Brother!

The sheep!

Watch your sheep!

Don't chase them over there.

Get your sheep out of here!

That's my brother.

He's also my grandmother's son.

It's Kazakh tradition to give
your firstborn to his grandparents.

But I don't like calling him Uncle.

Because that just reminds me
of my Uncle Yerken Bek.

What did you just call me?

Brother.

What am I to you?

My brother.

My uncle.

Uncle.

My uncle told me that lambs
eat different types of grasses

as they make their way
up the mountain.

You can't let them
retrace their steps.

So that in the following year

the lambs can eat the grass that grows
in those places in the next year.

The natural gas produced by the company
will be transported to inland provinces and regions.

by-products such as tar, middle distillates,
and naphtha can also be produced.

It will be able to become the world's largest
single-unit coal-based natural gas enterprise.

Relying on high-quality coal resources,
Xinjiang is focusing on coal bases such as Yili and Zhundong

to create a modern coal chemical industry cluster.

accelerating the process of converting
resource advantages into economic advantages.

Give it back.

Stealing again!

Come on.

My mum says no tabs.

Call your dad.

He does what my mum says.

You're a feisty one.

How much?

One yuan.

Arsin.

Thanks for last time.

This is on the house.

Let me take you somewhere.

Here.

It tastes really nice.

Look.

Well done!

It's true.

She may be Han Chinese.

But so what?

Grandma?

Grandma?

Grandma?

Tell your uncle to come and eat.

You mean my brother?

No, I mean your uncle.

Grandma says it's time to eat,
Brother.

You go on ahead.

Let's go home then.

I'll go without you then.

Come and play, Arsin.

It's too small.
And there's a crack in it.

It's not worth anything.

Bigger stones are better.

Where's it from?

The canal.

Hey, boss!

Yep?

Let's go!
Bazaar's closing.

Let's go.
I'm coming.

I've got to go now.

Lock the door, Meiyu.

Okay.

Hey, did you know?

there was once a scholar

who heard that praying mantises used
a leaf to make themselves invisible.

One day he managed
to find such a leaf.

He went around
with the leaf over his eyes

stealing from people.

But he was found out.

Do you know why?

The leaf was over his eyes
and he couldn't see anyone.

But he thought people couldn't see him.

Maybe there really is such a leaf

and your uncle found it.

And he's hiding behind it.

It would have to be a really big leaf
to hide him completely.

If we're lucky

maybe we can find one.

Brother?

What did you say?

Brother.

- Be thorough. Pick all the wool up.
- Okay.

Have some grapes.

Okay.

Is that your friend?

Call him over.

Mum, are you home?

I'm here.

How are you?

I'm fine.

In good health?

Yes.

I brought you some tea,
vegetables and fruit.

Just a few things.

Lovely.

Who else's home?

Arsin.

Long time no see, Arsin.
How are you?

You're so tall now.

You best take these things inside.

I’ll help Grandma.

What are you cooking?

Naan bread.

You need to add a log to the stove.

- I need to take this call, Mum.
- Okay.

Hello?

It's been checked.
Do we have to check it again?

Does it have to be today?

I'm back at my mother's house.

It's a hassle to go back now.

It's all on my desktop.

Okay. I'll go back then.

- Mum?
- Yes?

My boss wants me to go back to
the office to hand in some paperwork.

I have to go.

Have some tea first.

Next time.

I'll visit another time.

Take care!

Eat up.

Cold naan bread isn't very nice.

I made too many.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Meiyu gave me a plant.

She said that 30 million years ago

this plant lived
at the bottom of the ocean

and that this place
was once a vast sea.

The wind strokes
the surface of the sea.

The waves lap the shore.

Ready?

I'm opening my eyes.

Arsin?

Arsin?

You're scaring me.

How are you, my boy?

I just came from the place
where your uncle lives.

What are you on about?
Where's my uncle?

He's drinking tea in his yurt.

Arsin?

He can't be.

If you don't believe me
I'll recite a poem.

You're scaring me, Arsin.

My friend!

When the cold rain falls
from the sky above

Please follow the river
to seek what you find.

-The air drifts across the plains.
- I'm going.

Like ripples from a spring.

You will learn to breathe.

You will...

Go away.

What's up with you?

Looks like your head
is in the clouds.

I'm trying to find a leaf
that can make people invisible.

What rubbish.
You sound like your brother.

Did you ever find your uncle?

I remember it was your uncle

who taught us to wrestle.

But I beat him.

That was just once.

Your uncle's girlfriend
was looking for him or something.

I know where
your uncle's ex-girlfriend lives.

No way!
Where does she live?

If you agree to a rematch

I'll tell you.

Forget it.

No wonder your head
is in the clouds.

Is that the best you can do?

By 2015, 2.6 million tons of coal-based urea,
800,000 tons of coal-based dimethyl ether

100 billion cubic meters of coal-based natural gas

and 1 million tons of coal-based ethylene glycol
will be produced...

Hey, boy.

Hang on.

Help me check this camera.

Move to the left.

Now to the right.

More to the right.

Now to the left.

Stand back a little.

Move forward a little.

Now to the left.

Okay.
Thank you!

The goat's inside.
Chase it out.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

How are you, Batar?

You never call me.

I hear you're making big bucks
in the city.

Don't you plan to come back?

Okay.
Enjoy the good life!

My brother once looked after horses
for someone in Beijing.

One day he and his flatmate
were using the washing machine

and they got into an argument.

My brother hit his flatmate.

He thought he'd get
turned in to the police.

So he put his wet clothes
in his suitcase and left Beijing.

He carried his drenched suitcase

all the way back home.

As he got home he felt more relaxed.

When he saw the grasslands

from the bus window
he started to cry.

When I went to Shanghai

I met a girl in a restaurant.

I doubt that.

You're drunk.

We talked all night
on the streets of Shanghai.

When the sun came up
we even had coffee together.

We lost track of time.

But guess what?

Later I found out

she was from Uliya Village
down the road.

From the fourth house on lane 18
in the east of the village.

Her house door was blue.

Is Shanghai really that fun?

Shanghai's nice enough.

But it's too remote.

Brother?

Brother?

Shining like a star.

Roaring like the waves.

Oh, life!

Let me kickstart my life!

With an indominable spirit!

Let me fire up my life!

There are so many
twists and turns ahead.

And so few people to guide me.

But my precious dreams
have always been kept alive.

They are bound to come true
in the bright of dawn.

Life is a long journey!

Life is a long journey!

Life is a long journey!

People envy you when you succeed.

But no one cares if you fail.

Oh, life of illusions!

You cannot embrace goodwill.

Or stop yourself from failing.

Oh, unfortunate life!

There are so many
twists and turns ahead…

After he got to the village

my brother was constantly on edge.

He worried his boss in Beijing
would send someone

to find him or make him
pay compensation.

But no one ever came.

No one even called him.

It was like
he'd never left the village.

He simply stayed in the village.

Did you just fart?

Stop farting.

I want to.

Stop it!

That's your uncle's ex-lover.

Xinjiang is rich in mineral resources.

Over the past 60 years

especially since the Central Xinjiang Work Symposium.

The situation of lack of oil and electricity and backwardness

in resource development in Xinjiang
has changed dramatically.

The pattern of all-round development
of various types of resources has gradually taken shape...

Though no one knows the names
of the plants that grow in the village

that doesn't stop them from growing.

I thought Meiyu and I

would also grow up here.

But today she told me

she's going to Shanghai.

Her mum has arranged for her
to go to boarding school.

She'll leave after
the summer holidays.

The distance from here
to Shanghai is 4792km.

If I were to walk
to where Meiyu's going...

I did the maths.

It would take me 1657 hours
and 20 minutes.

That's around 69 days and nights.

Maybe I'd get there
in a month on horseback.

It might be faster by bus.

But I'd have to get a night bus
to the city.

Then take a night train to Urumqi.

Then from Urumqi

I'd have to get a train for two days
and three nights to reach Shanghai.

It wouldn't take me that long
to get to Shanghai.

Who on earth are you?

I can get to Shanghai in a flash.

Stop bragging.

If you don't believe me

close your eyes.

When I count down to one,
you can open them.

Three.

Two.

One.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi, babe.

What are you doing?

Miss me?

Herding the sheep.
What else?

I need to get rich
to take you out for hotpot.

Who are you with?

How about I meet you tonight?

In my private jet of course.

In order to prevent water
from evaporating

thistles convert their leaves
into prickly thorns.

This is a resilient strategy

that this plant adopts
to survive in specific conditions.

I suppose I should be stronger
like a thistle.

But of course I don't want
to hurt her with thorns.

ACHNATERUM SPLENDENS: A LUCKY GRASS
THAT CAN STOP PEOPLE FALLING FROM THEIR HORSE

Who will you miss
when you go to Shanghai?

Do you really want to go?

Where are you going this early?

Don't be back too late.

Come and play, Arsin.

-What are you doing?
-None of your business!

The sheep got in!

The total tax revenue provided to our county
is expected to exceed 150 million yuan

and local employment for the children of farmers and herders
has reached 65 people.

Go away.
She doesn't want to hang out with you.

Go away, you weirdo.

Your uncle's a weirdo too.

You uncle's a drunk
who doesn't pay his debts.

The woman said that when
she started seeing her future husband

because they lived far away
from each other

every evening they'd go
to the top of the hill

and wave a flashlight to show
they cared for each other.

But one day,

the man went up the mountain
with his sheep and never came back.

But the woman continued
to go to the hill

and wave her flashlight,

waiting for her lover to return.

Do you know my uncle Yerken Bek, madam?

No.

Meiyu's leaving.

She's going to get
the night bus to the city.

Then the night train to Urumqi.

Then from Urumqi

she'll get a train for two days
and three nights to Shanghai.

In Shanghai there's
a Shanghai Station,

a Shanghai South Station,

a Shanghai Hongqiao Station,

and a Shanghai West Station.

I asked her which station in Shanghai
she'd arrive at.

But she said she didn't know.

My uncle said
everyone who leaves

goes round in a circle.

Eventually they all
come back to the village.

I keep telling myself
I must remember all of this.

If only all of this

were a herbarium,

it could be preserved intact forever.

This is for you, buddy.

I'm going to the autumn pastures.
Take care.

The grass is like our mother's hair.

If you pick grass like that
their heads will hurt.

Hello?

Where are you going, Brother?

Beijing.

Uncle Bek once told me a love story.

After heaven and earth
had been created

the sun and moon fell in love.

They were dying
to get close to each other.

But however hard they tried
they simply couldn't.