I want to write an article entitled "A Chess Game", please help your predecessors and teachers! Thank you very much !

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I read a story that said, "A girl named Ann fell into an affair. Yang Yang, the hero, is not Ann's boyfriend. They live in different worlds. They keep in touch through MSN and SMS ... Yang Yang never takes the initiative to find Ann, but Ann has been bothering Yang Yang in various ways. Sometimes Ann will get tired of this kind of life and want to control her thoughts, but she can't help sending him messages under special circumstances. Finally, one day, in the cold war, Ann realized that maybe she had disturbed him, or maybe she had put herself in the wrong position ridiculously. Maybe Yang Yang gave himself a chance to make up his mind to give up. But when she gave up, Yang Yang showed no signs in her life. He sent a message to Xiao An, asking her to go on holiday together. This is just a simple greeting, this is just a simple purpose to rekindle the hope of Ann's extinction. At Christmas, Ann tried to find out their relationship, but Yang Yang couldn't give her a definite answer. Ann suddenly felt a kind of despair ... She tried to give the story an ending tactfully and calmly ... Then all the bedding was overturned, but all the tears and cheap feelings were taken away. Xiao An thinks they are playing the next game of chess, throwing dice, taking a few steps forward and then taking a few steps back ... In this way, they keep going back and forth, neither returning to the starting point nor reaching the finish line.

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The surging sound of Wujiang River is still clear and identifiable, and it keeps rolling, telling people endless feelings of overlord …

The power of Xiang Jun is pulling the mountain, but the lonely water is powerless. Although I was defeated, why did I abandon my concubine and cry?

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He finally broke through, covered in scars and with fewer brothers around him. The sunset hangs quietly in the horizon, very heavy, very heavy.

Night fell quietly. He and his horse stood alone on the cold bank of the Wujiang River. The autumn wind lifted his messy hair and wrinkled it into a pool of Wujiang water. His resolute face was full of fatigue. He recalled what his uncle said when he was young: "It is as wrong to sacrifice one person for Qian Qian as it is for Qian Qian, but you must make a choice." Yes, tonight. He looked back at the camp not far away, which was once brilliant and now decadent. He couldn't bear to think again, just stroking the sideburns of the horses around him with his hands, looking at the still clear Wujiang River, and the tiger's eyes felt a little swollen, and he quickly turned his head to one side. ...

Meteors can light up the dark night sky, and small water droplets can also reflect sunlight. Hearing the endless groans of people all over the world, he was filled with lofty sentiments. With bloody fingers caressing the mountain as a harp, and the water of a thousand rivers as a sound, he led 8,000 soldiers in Jiangdong to embark on the road of anti-Qin and break Wang Jun. He had the heroic spirit of a stag breaking the bridge and the great righteousness of not killing Liu Bang at the Hongmen banquet. When he found that his glory was actually at the expense of the people's suffering, he suggested to Liu Bang: "There are only two Hungarians who are a few years older in the world. I am willing to compete with Hanwang and not suffer from the world. " Poor and loyal, but in return for flying daggers. ...

There is a boat floating on the Wujiang River. It is the curator of the Wujiang Pavilion. Overlord hesitated. He heard the gurgling sound of Wujiang River. He shook his head. He is ashamed to face his elders in Jiangdong, and he can't leave his brothers around.

"Your majesty is exhausted, so he can't live with me." She said to him, "Life is your man, and death is your ghost." He watched as she raised her sword and rubbed it on her white and pink neck. Helpless, the attack of alcohol made him helpless. For the first time, he felt that the color in front of him was so harsh. It once gushed out from the enemy's neck, but now it has dyed the jade yellow shirt of his beloved woman red. Mud slipped silently. ...

The enemy came in like a flood, and he pushed the horse to the wood.

Raft, quietly said: "In the afterlife, we are still brothers." He got up and rushed at the enemy. Through layers of blood. He watched his black-eared horse cross the bottomless Wujiang River and watched his brothers fall one by one. He understood, what's the difference between the giant deer in front and behind them and Gaixia? Chu Han was just a game of chess.

"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost." He did it. He has no regrets about himself. He raised his sword with tears in his eyes and a smile. ...

The flowing water of Wujiang River is still so clear, maybe only it can understand all this. It seems to keep shouting: overlord, the shadow you wield with your sword is still the sonorous shadow of mountains and rivers; Overlord, the curve of your head running is still the beautiful curve of Changhong …

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After reading this article, we seem to have crossed the historical time and space with the author, returned to the Chu-Han ancient battlefield where the sunset was like blood and the horses were full of gold, experienced the mental journey of overlord Xiang Yu at the last moment of his life, felt his pain and helplessness, and could not get out of the epic atmosphere created by the author for a long time. In writing, we can see the author's profound historical knowledge and ancient China skills, such as the Battle of the Julu, the Hongmen Banquet, Farewell My Concubine, and the Wujiang River committing suicide. All historical events are like beautiful pearls, flashing in the author's pen; Coupled with rich imagination and strong language control ability, this paper stands out among many papers.

Life is like chess, the transition between black and white, and the blending of life and death.

The birth of Tao is an impermanent change; The destruction of Tao was an accident.

In a game of chess, winning or losing is a common occurrence for military strategists. If you win, you don't have to be arrogant. If you lose, you have to be able to bear it. Let go.

If you lose a game of chess, you can start again, but you should be one step ahead. The path of life is not wrong.

Life is like chess, and I have the leisure of "knocking on chess pieces and falling into snuff".

All ordinary people need is a game of chess,

And the mystery of "Linglong Bureau".

Life is like chess, which is a kind of competition and reconciliation.

The uncertainty of a long life will inevitably make people indecisive.

Life is like chess, the chess game is changeable and the chess situation is uncertain.

Different roles in chess have their own merits.

The role you play needs your basic skills, and the poems you sing need your accumulation.

How many pieces are left for you to deal with? How much have you gained in your heart?

Should we be more careful and put the remaining pieces in the best position?

Combine the best results with existing capabilities.

Life is like chess, people are like chess pieces. ...

Sometimes you need to be at the mercy of others. When can I get out of the game and become a chess player?

That requires your efforts and opportunities.

Maybe, because of the principle of no regrets,

This is why chess is like life.

Or perhaps, no matter how tall a chess player is, he can't influence the final result of the game.

Just as no wise man can predict life,

Therefore, life is like chess, no regrets!