"I lost this game."

"No, you won the game."

Li Tiandao looked at Yue Jianping and admitted defeat, and he suddenly became a little emotional.

At this point, he didn't seem to be able to tell what the meaning of winning or losing chess was.

Is it status, honor, money, ideals? Or is it a pure winner, the king, and the loser?

He also couldn't figure out whether the other side was winning or losing.

In fact, it is normal for him to have this kind of thinking, because for children of their age, there is no clear definition of victory or defeat.

This is like studying, most of them are asked by parents, and few people will tell him what is the meaning of studying well or badly, and whether he is diligent or not.

Children who study poorly will actually have a broad future, and children who study well may also be more or less confused in the future.

There is no clear definition of life or the meaning of victory or defeat, and if you insist on a clear definition, it may be, live well.

What is it to live well?

Probably just spend each day with hope, right?

Suddenly, Li Tiandao thought of another sentence.

That sentence was said by an elder of the chess academy.

That sentence is - why do you always feel that time flies so slowly when you are a child, and when you grow up, you feel that time flies so quickly?

It all boils down to the idea that everyone explores when they're young, and they repeat each day when they grow up.

He seemed to understand this sentence, and he also understood Yue Jianping's happiness.

Young chess players like them are actually more miserable than their peers.

Because they are always playing chess over and over again, game after game.

This kind of repetitive life is easy to get tired of and lose hope.

But poems seem to be different, after all, each poem is made up of different words, different emotions.

Whether it is good or bad, whether it is appreciated or not, the birth of a poem will carry the creator's expectations to fly in this world and sail to the fullest.

He finally understood how Yue Jianping persevered in such a boring life.

He even felt that Yue Jianping was a real little poet.

Because, his life, like a poem, is always full of hope.

……

"You say, will that girl in Dongdong shine in today's game?"

In the Happiness Park, Lao Zhang was playing chess again.

Although he has lost seven games in a row, he still has a smile on his face.

He doesn't seem to care much about winning or losing on the chessboard, but he seems to care about winning or losing off the chessboard.

"I guess so." The thin monkey has won seven games in a row, and when he looked at the eighth game he was about to win, his face had long lost the joy of the winner, but he said to Lao Zhang with a complaining face: "Can't you change your chess path?" With so many games, either Black starts with a flying game and defends until death, or Red starts with a shot and attacks all the way to the end of the game, did you know that if you want to win to the end, you have to be flexible all the time? ”

Lao Zhang listened to the thin monkey's words, not only did he not reflect, but he smiled indifferently.

"You're right, I don't know how to be flexible. However, I have been like this all my life, and I have long forgotten how to be flexible. Not only that, but I want to continue like this for the rest of my life. ”

After listening to Lao Zhang's words, the thin monkey raised his head to look at his old friend's underbeaten appearance, he lowered his head again and looked helplessly at the chessboard and said, "Sometimes I really envy you, you can insist like this." ”

"Insist on being with the smoke for a lifetime, insist on writing modern poems that no one cares about, insist on maintaining only one marriage and one love in your life, and insist on spending such a life where you can see the end at a glance."

"The most important thing is that you have insisted on being a stinky chess basket for so many years."

Lao Zhang listened to his old friend's words, and he laughed.

"Although my life can see the end at a glance, the process of my life is very exciting, and I don't lose at all to the life that others sound wonderful."

"Some people have a profligate life, and there are countless confidants in their lives, and romantic love stories sound legendary. But my life is not lost to them, after all, I only love one person in my life, and spending the rest of my life with her is not more like an enviable ordinary story than they sound? ”

"Although my life is accompanied by oil smoke all day long, I do not experience endless winds and waves and ups and downs in my heartbeat like many business tycoons. But every meal I handle is full of the taste of my ordinary life, not too delicious, but not unpalatable, to the appetite of many people, every time I see them in the back kitchen gulping down my food, I will also have a little satisfaction, this feeling may be happier than the happiness after the wind and waves. ”

"As for what you said about writing poetry, that is my dream, although I also know that the poems I write can only be regarded as limericks in the eyes of many people, but I enjoy writing poetry very much."

"Who says you have to get the approval of others to write poetry?"

"Who said that poetry must be distinguished from superior and inferior?"

"Poetry, just to amaze yourself, to amaze your own life is enough."

"Poet, it's a pity."

The more Lao Zhang spoke, the more energetic he became, even if he was General Thin Monkey, he also said with a smile and a flat face, the ordinary life of a little person like him.

He raised his head, looked at the sky, and suddenly read out the poem he had inspired today.

That poem can be said to be regret, or it can be said to be his simple life.

The city of dreams is bright

The neon lights flashing overhead are always looking forward to catching up with the sun

When you first enter the city, your eyes are always full of wishes

He was always in a hurry to catch up with his dreams

Everything in his mind filled him with desire

Time always feels ridiculous

Half a lifetime has passed, and the boy finally knows how to grow

The city in front of me is actually not lit by the sun

The original desire has long since lost its wings

There was also a desolation in his eyes

In fact, his heart has already become empty

The boy walked home and began to complain that life was too long

He had also forgotten what he had been like when he first entered the city

There was no more yearning in his eyes

Nor is there any kindness that used to be

He was on his way home

Listening to the roaring horns around him, he began to get confused

Until he saw a feather blown into the sky by the wind

He was suddenly filled with strength

Because even a small feather can fly freely in this city

Fly freely

Why can't he be full of power!