There are five explanations of greed in the dictionary.

Of these five explanations, four are derogatory and one is positive.

And the only positive explanation is that the desire is not satisfied.

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Ordinary greedy people are often very bold, and they also have a hint of hysterical madness in their bones.

They are like gamblers, frantically betting on whether they can win the only positive explanation in the next second.

Even if they know it's only a 1 in 5 chance, gamblers will still gamble.

The biggest pain for gamblers is that he knows that this gamble is very unfair, and he knows that he wants to be ethereal, but he still gambles.

Isn't the person who writes the text a gambler? They bet on their literature, on their future, even if they know that their work is not so good, they will still bet all their efforts and future on what they write.

So, most writers are also greedy.

Those greedy writers are insatiable to put on one gorgeous garment after another for their works;

The greedy writers, too, greedily promote their literary works in all the places they know, in the hope that their works will one day stand out;

Those greedy writers greedily thought that if one day, they could become famous together with their works, then as writers, they should also raise their heads and laugh and say that they had also lived in this world;

These greedy writers, greedy, take their lives, thoughts, and dreams to gamble on a future they desire!

However, most of these greedy writers, these greedy gamblers, often end up failing and losing.

Because they have forgotten that only after experiencing the worst of despair can they write the most sincere words.

Words, not necessarily literature, but literature is always made up of words.

That line of text is actually their bet.

They took the lines of words they had worked so hard to write, built their own small thatched huts and wooden houses, and gambled on the high-rise buildings and bustling cities they longed for in the future.

Actually, it's ridiculous to think about how they lived.

But, can you say that they are at fault?

No, no one will say that they are at fault.

What is wrong is the short-lived prosperity around here, and the sharp-tailed swift that can be seen when you look up.

The blame is that the sharp-tailed swifts fly too fast, and when it comes to this gamble, winning or losing is only a moment.

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Xi Xi looked at the collapsed high-rise buildings around her, and she also looked at the ugly words and words that appeared one by one.

She let go of her hands, and the castle she guarded with her life seemed to grow wildly with the words that escaped.

It was the most ordinary, the most ordinary word "one", which showed his edges and corners wildly, and he should have no edges and corners, because he was just the most ordinary one, and he didn't even have the interest to make people look at him.

But a horizontal can extend a lot of words.

Even many words are indispensable for this horizontal.

Ten, hundred, thousand, thousand, world, planet, galaxy, universe!

Who can lack this "one"?

These contain a lot of words and phrases.

They slowly extended from the small castle in Xixi's arms.

These words, the words looked at each other and smiled, as if they finally merged into one and turned into one "Tao" character.

This "Tao" elegantly devours those collapsed words, sentences, paragraphs, and articles! He shouldn't be used to describe his heroic eating appearance with the word greed, he should be praised with tolerance.

The residue left after being swallowed by the word "Dao" also knelt on the ground weakly, and behind the "Dao", one wall after another was built.

The walls gradually encircled the city, greed.

It's so sad and funny!

What a thick wall! It also makes the castle in one place become a place that others yearn for for the first time.

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Youjian loses to Shinshi.

He lost unclearly, and he was not convinced, obviously occupying the right time and place. But why did he lose to her in the end?

Speaking of new poems, she is an auditor sitting in the far corner of the chess room. It is also the most forgotten and the most despised poor student.

And since he came to the chess room, he has been an outstanding existence, and the grassroots counterattack? No! Just carelessness yourself!

When he was about to fight her again, the teacher next to him said something angrily.

"Your chess moves are not right. The future is destined for limited success. ”

This sentence she said to the new poem with a serious attitude.

Indeed, in the big picture, the new poems are somewhat dishonorable.

For though she seemed to be running with the castle that the maiden loved, she was actually running while sprinkling the pieces of cream-stained cake from her little broken pocket.

The pieces of crumbled cake covered with cream finally attracted a large number of hungry ants, and the insignificant ants were actually the key to victory or defeat in this chess game.

If it weren't for this large number of insignificant ants to eat the cake and then nibble on the seemingly huge high-rise building, the behemoth-like high-rise building would not collapse so quickly.

In the eyes of this stern teacher, this kind of calculation is not a sunny avenue. What's more, this kind of calculation only summons ants.

On the other hand, the young sword is pressing step by step, and between the hands and the falls, they are all righteous, and the beautiful glass and red bricks are not all better than the ugly ants on the ground?

She hated this laughing child more and more, and this dislike was not only because of her appearance, which squeezed out a little chess player who paid in full and could bring her considerable profits and bonuses.

It's even more because even if she was forced to the end by the young sword, she was still holding the scarf in her arms and laughing.

Why is this smile so annoying?

How can this smile seem so ignorant of human suffering?

Go should not be played with a smile, it should be as serious as her, as full of philosophy and beauty.

Aren't the beautiful chess players on TV all cold-looking?

Are you watching those Go masters on TV, aren't all of them fairy bones, which makes people feel awe?

How can any chess player keep laughing again?

This is not the chess that those old men in white vests on the street are pursuing!

It is sacred, elegant, and a sport that can bring glory to the country.

It should have been taken seriously!

This chess master, who is only an amateur five-dan chess player, is obviously a bit of a philistine, and some are also a little blinded by the prosperity.

She may have forgotten that those Go masters actually love to laugh. She may also have forgotten that the real chess player was not always serious about the chessboard in front of them because of the fleeting wealth and profits. She may have forgotten that those real chess players, they have no other emotions in their hearts except love, she should never understand, when the love in her heart is better than seriousness, better than herself, better than everything in the world, it is an invincible emotion.

When she lowered her head and was about to reprimand the auditor who was likely not worthy of being a chess player in the future, she suddenly found that the girl was holding a black chess piece and was still laughing.

That smile is heartfelt, pure, and fearful to everyone who doesn't understand.

"Or, in the next game?"

Xixi didn't seem to hear the teacher's evaluation of her, and at this time, all she had in her eyes was the chaos on this chessboard.

At this time, she seems to be showing off her share of wealth that can never be taken away by anyone, smiling!

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Go is played in front and in the back.

Wei can be understood as both a verb and a noun, but when it is put together with chess, it seems to have a very special meaning hidden behind it.

It has a very special meaning, which seems to be called hope.

Throughout the ages, how many chess players have been bound by thick constraints since they were sensible. That invisible restraint, like a foot in cowhide boots, kicked again and again on their bending backbone? Does the invisible shackles force them to interpret life, to carry their families, to abandon their preferences, and the beauty of playing against friends?

Throughout the ages, how many chess players, since they became adults, have been surrounded by a heavy reality, that cruel reality, that cruel wall composed of reality, not only so that they can't see the sun in the sky, but also can't hear the birds and flowers outside the wall. But this tall and sturdy wall made them puff up their chests with hope for the world beyond the wall.