under the scorching1 sun, an old man sat by the bank staring at the buoy2（浮标） on the river. from dawn to dusk he still got nothing in his hands. how*r, 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（毅力，精力） 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 * while happiness is devotion.
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