I am a lively boy with a wide range of hobbies, but playing chess is my favorite.
Maybe practice makes perfect! I became interested in playing chess. I always invite my friends to play with me, and sometimes I play with 70-year-old people. Many games have made me taste bitter and sweet, but I can't forget that unforgettable game.
I remember going to my brother's grandfather's house and seeing an old man with white hair playing chess in front of the board. His chess skills are superb, his moves are unpredictable, and he often kills his opponents unscathed. It's really admirable. I really want to play the next game with him when I see his fairy chess leading the way. So I said, "Grandpa, can I play a game with you?" "good!" He readily agreed.
At the beginning of the war, I was the first to charge, but he still flew. I exulted in my heart, robbed the first soldier and joined the third infantry, making his layout a whole defense and never going out easily again. "Yes, little friend!" He frowned, shook his hand and drove to the second line, ready to use the car to check the Chuhe River. I was not nervous, so I got on the horse, because I was good at attacking with horses. He was a little confused, so he quickly got on the bus and forced my head gun to lean against his head soldier. He relaxed a lot and the horse took his place, ready to fight back. I suddenly attacked his top gun car with Monday morning quarterback, so he had to change his car for a gun. But when I wanted to expand my advantage, the old man's calmness pinned him down. His country seems to be an extremely solid eight-array map, and I have no choice but to fight. I began to exchange chess with a soldier, who killed the horse by entering the other side's territory as bait. After a while, the chessboard was empty. I took advantage of a soldier, but the pride of the teenager made me give up all my efforts and walk out of the defeat.