Under the scorching1 sun， an old man sat by the bank staring at the buoy2 he still got nothing in his hands. However， the old man was happy at ease. I felt so puzzled about it.The old man said with a smile，"I’m the fish and the fish is me， I’m fishing and I’m also being fished; like playing chess， the fish and I have such an equal stamina3 that I have a wonderful time." At this point， an urchin4 threw a stone into the water. A circle of ripples5 wafted6 over. The old man said， "The wind rises."Life is a chess game while happiness is devotion.