I play chess with my father. How to write a 400-word diary?

I used to think that shine on you is better than blue, but after this incident, I no longer think so, and began to think that "ginger is still old and spicy".

It happened on Saturday afternoon. At that time, I thought I was a good chess player, and few people who played chess with me were better than me. I am watching TV with relish this day. Suddenly, my father said to me, "Son, let's play chess and see who is stronger?" "Just you? With me? Ask my mother first and let her tell you about my glorious history. " I am proud to say. "If you lose, I'll give you twenty yuan. Will you do it? " As soon as I heard it was money, I immediately said, "Good, refreshing! A word from a gentleman, it is difficult to catch up with a horse, and the contract will take effect immediately! " I thought to myself: Don't let the cooked duck fly away! "However, your dad has to add that if you lose, you have to massage your dad every day." He looked at me with a sinister smile, waiting for my answer. I said "Yes" without hesitation, thinking to myself: I, Chen Jinhua, am an ever-victorious general, and I can't lose this time.

The game started, and dad didn't say anything. I don't think dad can beat me. So I used the usual method: "The horse jumped at the first shot", but he didn't send troops as I thought. After three moves, I immediately changed my point of view, and I began to think that he was hiding. At this time, the chessboard was covered with dark clouds, and the undercurrent surged, turning hands into clouds and covering them for rain, killing them inextricably. Suddenly, my father took a step, and a soldier I despised the most and was the least prominent went to my "general". I found that now I was in a dilemma and finally lost. "Ha ha, lost," Dad said proudly. "No, another set," I said angrily, but I lost the next three sets, so I had to bury my head and give it up to my father. I have to give him a massage in the future. "Well, this may also be the result of I look down on people.

The ancients were right: ginger is still old and spicy.