It's not difficult to play good chess, and it's not difficult to write a good poem.

The only thing that is difficult is the common denominator of these two things - "persistence".

Sticking to this stuff is sometimes more important than talent.

Especially in the field of professional chess, there are many more professional chess players who work hard and sweat than professional chess players who are talented.

Not only that, in the field of "poets", every ordinary person is actually more able to write thought-provoking "good poems" than many professional poets.

What is "good" and what is "bad".

Presumably, in this society, there is no complete statement.

But Yue Jianping felt that at least in his eyes, the word "good" was the deepest and softest place in a person's heart.

It's like writing poetry, and it's like playing chess.

The beginning of the two-headed dragon is like an ancient poem, focusing on battles.

And then the operation of the opponent is like a modern poem, full of rebellion against life and the known future.

And when ancient poetry and modern poetry are combined, many people will subconsciously think that this will have a nondescript ending.

But the collision between the ancient and the modern, not only will not have a nondescript ending in many cases, but in many cases, it can sublimate the soul of a poem.

That's right, the soul.

As the most beautiful representative of China for thousands of years, poetry has a soul.

And his soul depends on the life experience, character, experience, and perception of the poet who created him.

Although Yue Jianping is not very old and does not have much experience, he has played chess for so many years and persisted in practicing for so many years.

In a sense, he has more perception and yearning for "poetry" and "chess" than many adults who waste their time.

It's like the game he has now.

The head of the tiger, the body of the tiger, is just one tiger tail.

And Li Tiandao looked at this game of chess with a tiger head and a tiger body, and he was looking forward to and fearing that Yue Jianping could play a tiger tail beyond his imagination.

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"Watching chess is sometimes more important than playing chess." Yang Zheng looked at the two players on the field.

He suddenly remembered this sentence.

The source of this sentence is said by a previous master of the Republic of China.

Although he doesn't play much chess, he has watched a lot of chess in his life, which also makes him develop a pair of vicious eyes.

Many games that seem to be complicated and confusing, in his vicious eyes, often the outcome can be determined by seven or eight hands at the beginning.

But even with a pair of vicious eyes, the master's own games often ended in failure.

It's like the difference between a foodie and a food critic.

But these two different professions, however, complement each other and have become the darlings of today's media.

The same is true of chess, where both eyesight and chess power are indispensable.

Yang Zheng's chess ability has indeed reached the level of an ordinary chess master under Lao Zhou's training.

But he lacked vision.

Eyesight seems to be just the icing on the cake for chess players.

But if you want to reach the pinnacle of chess, you can't do without them.

And this kind of imaginative competition between teenagers is the best opportunity to exercise their eyesight.

Compared to the rigor of master-level games, unbridled imagination can be said to be a defect of "not rigorous".

But it is precisely because of seeing that experiencing these "defects" can a chess player have the possibility of not being "rigorous" in the future.

Just like this game of chess, it has poetry and painting.

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The beginning of Yue Jianping's two immortals guiding the way, just like the beginning of every ancient poem, makes people feel bright.

But after the audience has experienced so many games, this bright start has gradually become a little flashy in their hearts.

Compared with Yue Jianping, Li Tiandao's rock-solid opening defense naturally won the favor of many chess players.

But whether it is chess or all the poems of the ages, the opening can never determine the final success or failure.

Their focus is always on the "mountains and rivers" after the start.

Many ancient poems will use scenery to show their mood after the beginning.

For example, in "Lin'an Spring Rain and Early Ji", Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley, which is how to depict the mood of this scene in the form of a painting.

And the scene of chess, sometimes just turns defense into offense.

The Twin Immortals guide the way to defend, and the dispatch of the chariot and horse artillery is naturally an attack.

The first cannon of this move is to deal with the screen horse of the previous unpredictable prophet, but it can also be written - lying in the night and listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacial river into a dream.

Faced with such a joyful and helpless dream, Li Tiandao was not to be outdone, and went to tell Yue Jianping that it was shallow on paper, and he never knew that this simple and practical truth should be practiced.

Facing the bitter heart of his best friend, Yue Jian Pingfei pressed the horse, and replied with a dream of spring grass in the pond, and the sycamore leaves in front of the steps had already come to autumn.

With his return salute, the tiger's head has been drawn.

But poetry must have skin and bones. The same is true for tigers and chess, after drawing the head and skin, you also have to draw the peaks and loops of the "bones" and the willows and flowers.

What is the bone of chess?

What are the peaks and loops and the willows?

In Yue Jianping's eyes, the bones of chess, like the bones of poetry, are straight and hard bones.

Some people call this kind of straight and hard bone proud bones, but Yue Jianping does not object to or agree with it.

He vaguely felt that this bone was not "proud" for himself, because he was not only not arrogant, but also had a trace of natural inferiority.

This bone is probably called an iron bone.

After all, Yue Jianping's chess is too straight, and he has always disdained to hide it, because he thinks that the victory of Tibetan exchange is not frank enough.

This is like today's chess, he has not hidden a trace, and like the current chess, facing the iron wall on the opposite side, he has never retreated a point.

But it is always difficult to write poems in the vernacular.

It's hard to play straight chess.

Especially when the opposite side is still a strong enemy, it is difficult to write the word "win" without hiding and calculating.

However, chess is always played by different people.

Poems are also written by different people.

Although countless poets throughout the ages have spent their entire lives, none of them can be passed down through the ages.

But in their lives, those poems they wrote that no one cared about have also touched one lonely moonlight after another.

Li Tiandao looked at this straightforward chess, and he also looked at his best friend's serious and intoxicated appearance.

He didn't want to spoil the poem that was getting it whole, but he also had to spoil the unfinished poem.

After all, a game is always a game.

Chess is also always about winning and losing.

Since he bears the reputation of the chess academy, he must work hard to play every game of chess.

He also knows that if he wants to ruin a poem, the simplest and most straightforward way is nothing more than mixing the reality in the eyes of others.

After all, poetry, this thing, has been pure and "naïve" throughout the ages.

Even if it is the poet immortal Li Bai, the last poem in his life is "Song of the Road" that was defeated by the reality of the endgame.