Dreams of Love on a Quiet Chessboard

At first, she waited at the go board for someone, no matter how lonely or hurt she felt. It wasn’t until she grew up that she realized she was dancing for herself beneath her own sky, in a dance that would never end. She was cool and aloof, like a swordsman of old, wandering far from home, covered in the dust of the road. She won game after game, yet lost a lifetime of happiness. In the end, she was never happy. If you really want me to say something, all I can do is stammer that the amateur Go world is a lot of fun :) There are all kinds of people, each with their own personality. The one thing we all share is the same dream on the board. We pursue it and fight for it, and never regret it. After I finished the outline, every time I opened the document, my fingers would slow down on the keyboard without my realizing it. The faces of my friends would come to mind, along with the focused expressions they wore while playing. That feeling of being moved and shaken is something no stroke of genius could ever fully capture in words. It always felt as if something were lodged in my chest, filling it up, ready to burst out, yet never leaving. Still, I had to write. This is the only time I’ve ever devoted myself so completely to anything. I worked like a madwoman and finished the entire manuscript in half a month, then spent three days reviewing and revising it. I’m still not satisfied with it, but please forgive my limited ability. Every game in the book was handled by someone who prepared the game record and analysis, and every variation was the result of many people discussing it together. That’s the one thing I feel I can offer readers in good conscience. I feel I did my best, and I have no regrets toward my fellow Go enthusiasts, who love the game as much as I do. I imagine every Go fan feels both pain and joy! I hope you’ll enjoy this story, and I welcome your suggestions. I dedicate this story to everyone who remains devoted to Go! Ziyi Fengjian Nalan Peizi Theme: