从窗子望出去,是一片白杨的树冠。阳光照着,有风吹过,叶子翻来复去地泛着白光,绿色的波缓缓地涌着……他的话,也这般地缓缓地流淌着。讲生活道路,讲棋艺,讲成长……好象很平静。然而,我从面前的一张棋盘上,却分明看到了黑子与白子在交锋、撕杀,在堵截、突破、围攻,命运之神并不对他特别宽厚,丝毫不肯轻易地就把他推向棋坛高峰。一九七六年四月,也是这样一个明媚的春日。东京,《读卖新闻》社贵宾室内。一个留着学生头的中 Looking out from the window, is a canopy of poplar. The sun shines, the wind blows, and the leaves glow in the white light, and the green waves slowly pour in ... His words are flowing slowly. Talk about life, speak chess, talk about growth ... ... seems very calm. However, on the chessboard in front of me, I clearly saw that the sunspots and the white boys were confronting and sacking. The gods who intercepted, broke, besieged and fate did not give him a special favor and did not push him easily Chess game peak. In April 1976, it was such a bright spring day. Tokyo, “Yomiuri Shimbun” VIP room. One kept in the student’s head