Essay on chessboard discussion on father-daughter love

After retiring, my father suddenly became free, and it was obvious that he felt a little lost.

In the past, my father liked to play erhu and Tai Chi in his spare time, combining work and rest, and his life was quite comfortable. Now that time is suddenly abundant, in addition to his "old acquaintance", Dad has recently acquired a "new love" - ??chess.

More than once, I met my father on the street watching others play chess. The chess players each have a small bench and set up a chess game on the spot, with each pawn facing each other tit for tat. The spectators stood or squatted in a circle, watching intently. Dad watched with great concentration. He didn't even notice that I stood next to him for a long time. I called him several times, but he didn't even listen.

Seeing that my father was very interested, I bought him a chess set and asked him to ask his neighbor Webber for advice. Webber was a chess master.

After a few months, my father could no longer hold himself back and wanted to try it himself to see if his chess skills had improved. After get off work that day, I got a call from my father and asked me to play chess with him. As soon as I entered the door, the chess game was already laid out. In a short time, my father killed me, a layman, to death. Seeing the light on my father's face, I felt deeply gratified.

After I got home, I thought to myself, since my father’s chess game is good enough, if I stop moving forward and gather together during the holidays, wouldn’t it be a pity that my father has no opponent? So, I bought some books online, studied them carefully, and asked experts for guidance whenever I had time. And my father had no idea about all this.

During the three-day holiday on New Year’s Day, I went home to visit my dad. After lunch, my dad couldn’t wait to go out, saying that if we arrived late, there would be no seats at the chess stall. I said calmly: "Dad, don't go. I'll stay with you at home." Dad immediately shook his head: "Girl, you are no match for me." After saying that, he raised his legs and was about to leave, so I simply pulled him to say goodbye. Because of his jealousy, his father had no choice but to spread out the chess game in the yard, and the father and daughter faced each other with a car and a horse. Obviously my father underestimated the enemy. How could he have expected that I would also learn skills secretly and wanted to compete with him. As it went on, my father felt that beating me was not as easy as last time, so I just went with the flow and it was a draw. Dad teased: "Amon, I haven't seen you for three days, so you should be impressed." I laughed so proudly... From then on, my father and I worked hard to practice chess, and we would play together during the holidays. Dad's life in his later years became more interesting and he became more energetic. Not only that, we also felt a different kind of father-daughter relationship.