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我是一枚棋子。我的主人是名声正盛的棋手。大家惊异于他的下棋天赋,小小年纪,出道以来,攻鲜有不克,战鲜有不胜。而我却暗暗担心,过多的荣耀和赞誉会不会令他心高气傲、目空一切呢?这么多年来,主人对我爱护有加,他手指的摩挲使我日益温润光滑。我似乎发现了一个规律:他摩挲我的时间越长,就越容易取胜。又是一场血腥的征战。对手当年与主人同时脱颖而出,只是他曾经是主人的手下败将,主人自觉棋高他一着。我躺在棋盒里静静观战。一枚又一枚棋子落下了,“嗒、嗒”的声音之间隔着好长的静默,这静
I am a chess piece. My master is a famous chess player. We are amazed at his chess talent, a young age, since his debut, there is no offensive fresh, fresh and victorious. And I secretly worried, too much glory and praise will not make him proud, empty-headed everything? For so many years, the owner of me with care, the friction of his fingers make me increasingly moist and smooth. I seem to have found a law: he Mozhu my longer, the easier it is to win. Another bloody campaign. Opponent and the owner stand out at the same time that year, but he was the owner of defeated, the owner consciously chess him. I lay in the box quietly watching. One after another piece of falling, “da, da” sound separated by a long silence, this static