Under the sunshine, an old man sat on the bank and stared at the buoy of float on the water, from sun rise to fall he still got nothing in his hands, however, the old man was happy at ease , I was so confused about it.

I asked old why he still happiness with nothing? Old man smiled and said: I am the fish and fish is me, I am fishing and I am also being fished, like play chess, the fish and I have an equal stamina that makes me spend a wonderful time,” at this moment,  A little boy threw a rock into the water, the old man said: the wind rises.”

Life is chess game while happiness is devotion.