Under the scorching sun, an old man sat by the riverbank, gazing at the buoy on the water. From dawn till dusk, his hands remained empty. Yet, he was content and at peace, a state that puzzled me deeply.
The old man smiled and said, "I am the fish, and the fish is me. I am fishing, and I am also being fished. It is like a game of chess; the fish and I are matched in stamina, and I am having a wonderful time." Just then, a child threw a stone into the water. A circle of ripples wafted over. The old man remarked, "The wind rises."
Life is a game of chess, and happiness is devotion.