云在燃烧,绮丽的霞光是流动的火焰。火星落在我的瞳孔,滚烫的目光一寸寸抚过纵横的星罗线,透过时光的经纬重温着学棋来的一点一滴。五岁初遇,微凉的棋子捏在手里,仿佛捏住了溯风烟而来的千载春秋,那样的古朴厚重攫住了我的心神,从此便结下缘分;年岁渐长,与棋谱便焦不离孟,常为一个手筋在棋坪前枯坐半日,光影变幻中生出了信念:成为棋士!后来,学业日益繁重。难得腾出时间下棋,却开始囿于成败。每每从从唇齿间挤出“我认输” The clouds are burning, the beautiful glow is the flowing flame. Mars landed on my pupil, hot eyes a touch of vertical and horizontal Xingluo line, through the latitude and longitude of time to learn the chess to the bit by bit. First met at the age of five, cool pieces of cheat pinch in his hand, as if to pinch the trace of smoke from the Spring and Autumn years, so simple and solemnly grabbed my mind, from then on fate; age, and Chess will be foolproof Meng, often a hand muscle sit dead in front of the chess board for a long time, changing the light gave birth to a belief: Become a chess! Later, the study is more and more arduous. Very rare to free up time to play chess, but began to 囿 success or failure. Often squeezed out from between the lips and teeth, “I admit lose”