Under the scorching¹ sun, an old man sat by the bank staring at the buoy² on the river. From dawn to dusk he still got nothing in his hands. However, the old man was happy at ease. I felt so puzzled about it.

The old man said with a smile，”I’m the fish and the fish is me, I’m fishing and I’m also being fished; like playing chess, the fish and I have such an equal stamina³ that I have a wonderful time.” At this point, an urchin⁴ threw a stone into the water. A circle of ripples⁵ wafted⁶ over. The old man said, “The wind rises.”

Life is a chess game while happiness is devotion.

烈日下，一老翁坐在岸边，两眼一动不动的盯着河面的浮标，从日出到日落，依然两手空空，老翁却怡然自得，乐在其中。我很是纳闷。

老翁笑着说：“我即鱼，鱼即我，我在钓鱼，鱼也在钓我，就像下棋，我和鱼的耐力旗鼓相当，这才过瘾.”一顽童向水中扔一块石头，一阵波纹飘荡过来，老翁曰：“起风了。”

人生就是一盘棋，而幸福就是投入。