Dongdong seems to have earned respect.

At least on the forever lonely path when she came home, she heard not only the chirping of cars and birds, but also laughter.

When she got home, she had that smile on her face.

Her father, who had been busy all day, looked at Dongdong in surprise and smiled, and he smiled.

He pointed to the paper Go board that he had laid out on the side, and told Dongdong with a smile on his face that he was ready.

The father and daughter, who lived in poverty, laughed in the purest and happiest way, playing the backgammon that only children could play on the shabby paper chessboard.

But the father and daughter should also be rich, because they are faced with the worn-out, sketched paper Go board, and the black and white sons in their hands depict their precious dreams.

The daughter fell quickly, just like she always looked forward to growing up as soon as possible and always looking forward to getting ahead tomorrow.

But the father was very slow to fall into the son, because he always wanted to tell his daughter some big truths, but he was stupid and didn't know how to say these big truths. So he can only use his unique method on this chessboard made of paper to tell his daughter the importance of being down-to-earth.

But the chicks will always grow up inadvertently, and the eagles that guarded the chicks in the first place will also grow old inadvertently.

The daughter is a chick, but she also has plump plumage.

His father was an eagle, but he also broke the beautiful wings that he was proud of for his life.

Chicks wander between heaven and earth, spreading their wings high above the chessboard. On the other hand, the eagle without wings struggles to move forward in a world of success and failure, black and white.

The chicks are challenging the eagle.

She is obviously stronger than the eagle, and the speed of her fall and the height of her thinking after learning chess make the eagle on the other side who has bowed his head in life feel a little helpless.

But the eagle obviously didn't want to lose to the chick so easily, and he had not only learned to bow his head and compromise in the past thirty years, but he also had the dream of the chick wanting to challenge the sky.

When he was a fledgling, he, like the fledgling opposite, fantasized that he would definitely get ahead in the future.

In order to realize his dream, he came out to work early from a poor family, and went from cold to summer to spring and autumn, but after ten years of wandering, he found that he could only be satisfied with the status quo in the end.

However, he has never regretted the ten years of wandering, nor has he complained that reality has broken his wings to get ahead. Because behind him, there is a chick who is full of longing for the future like his childhood.

She also wants to get ahead, and she also wants to wave her wings.

He must not be like the old bird who once poured cold water on him to extinguish her dreams.

He could only try to spread his broken wings and show the way for the chick.

Although his heart is old and his wings are broken, he also has a desire to protect the chicks.

He's playing chess, and he's playing hard.

It is as ruthless and stubborn as every old bird tests whether its chicks can soar into the sky.

He also seemed to prove that he was not old.

The fledgling is playing chess more and more slowly, and she learns to think.

The old bird played chess faster and faster, and he learned to put it down.

The airtight sunspot was like a wall, cutting off the hope of the chicks, she numbly raised her head to look at the serious old bird, and she suddenly thought about whether the old bird had the same dreams as her.

He shouldn't have a dream, right?

The old bird, who had lived for thirty years, had never told her about his dreams, nor had he ever shown his dreams in front of her.

If he really had a dream, her mother would not have left him.

So what exactly killed the old bird's dream?

Is it the depression of life? Thinking back to the fact that the old bird had to work more than ten hours a day, the young bird felt that his busy life had crushed his dreams. But she quickly shook her head again, because no matter how oppressive and sad life was, the old bird would always have a smile on her face when she came home.

Could it be that mediocrity crushes the old bird's dreams? Looking back on Lao Bird's thirty years, he seems to have always been very mediocre, he has no outstanding appearance, no amazing talent, and no enviable job, but this should not crush Lao Bird's dream.

Because the old bird's broad wings can shield her from all the bitterness and bitterness of life.

So what is it that destroys the old bird's dream?

The fledgling lowered its head and looked at the black and white chess pieces that were densely packed with most of the chessboard. She seemed to feel like she had no children to go to.

Obviously, this is just an inconsequential game of backgammon, and winning or losing is not so important, but why is she so unwilling to do so now?

Did the old bird cut off her dreams, or did she simply not find the old bird's previous dreams?

She wanted to throw in the towel and start over.

But the old bird wouldn't let her admit defeat, and he pointed to the small blank space on the chessboard, and he told the chick that there was new hope there.

But the four words of new hope seem to be a kind of irony.

Because she has already played this game of chess so badly, what hope is there for continuing to play?

But in the end, she followed the old bird's advice and landed the pieces back in the small blank space.

That small blank space can only leave fifteen pieces. And she can only leave eight sons, and it is undoubtedly more difficult to connect five sons into five sons than to ascend to the sky.

She was angry and gave up on her third son, and then she looked at the old bird and blocked her third son's chess eye, and her fourth son did not fall for a long time.

She looked up at the old bird, and she noticed that the old bird had been looking at her with encouraging eyes, and her hands inadvertently began to tremble.

Because the old bird has always believed in her with this kind of eyes, believing that she will win this game of backgammon, and believing that she will become a goshawk soaring into the sky to realize her dreams.

As the last son of the chick fell, the old bird did not try his best to block her chess eye as he had just done, but his next son landed in the center of the densely packed chessboard.

It seems that at this moment, the chick saw the dream of the old bird.

It turned out that Lao Bird and her had never given up on their dreams, and he just changed his way to protect their dreams.

And the dream of the old bird is to look forward to the chick being able to spread its wings and fly.

In backgammon, "three" is important, "four" is also important, but the most important thing is one.

One can not only refer to the first hand of backgammon, but it can also refer to the original intention, dreams and even hopes.

One day, everyone may realize their own mediocrity, the gap between their dreams and reality. But only by sticking to his original intention, dreams and hopes, he can challenge the clouds with his broken wings one day like an old bird.

There are two if there is one, there are three for two, there are four for three, and there are four for five.

Such a simple truth is also the most simple and important truth that the old bird took thirty years to understand!