I've always wanted to write something about Go, because it's been with me since childhood, and it's been with me until now. No matter where I am, it will not abandon.
However, in a thousand words, I don't know where to start, is it because the feelings are too deep, or the understanding is too shallow? Not clear. Whenever I think of it, good memories will spring up in my heart and move me. So, let's record the bits and pieces of the impression here.
I like two poems about Go very much, one is "Liang Fu Yin" by Zhuge Kong Minglong, and the other is "Nian Nu Jiao", which does not know who the author is.
"Liang Fuyin"
The sky is like a round cover, and the land is like a chess game.
The world is divided into black and white, and the exchanges compete for honor and disgrace.
The glory is at peace with himself, and the insulter is determined to be at peace.
Nanyang has a hermitage, and there is not enough high sleep.
"Nian Nu Jiao"
Deep ditches and high barriers, strife, a few strokes of vertical and horizontal fiction. The prosperous world must also think about war and chaos, and plan on paper. Snowy night by the hearth, willow shade long summer, autumn rain continuous sunset. How many years have passed since and now?
Victory or defeat has nothing to do with gain or loss, but it is like an enemy. Scratching his head, he was suddenly elated. The town is pretentious, calculating, and has not been silent. For the popularity, peek out the news from the side.
These two poems exhaust the deep taste of Go and the vicissitudes of the world. However, it cannot be denied that after thousands of years, it is still so charming and exudes endless charm.
I was associated with Go, and I was matched by my father. I was about eight or nine years old, in the third grade of elementary school. School homework is not as busy as elementary school students are today. After school, I had a lot of time to play, chasing and playing with a group of children in the open space downstairs, climbing trees and playing.
There is a large open space downstairs, and construction workers are laying the foundation for another dormitory building. After the work, the children like to rummage through the building debris pile, and sometimes they can pick up two or five cent coins, which is very happy. I was also in a lot of mood, and I went through the checks with them, but I often went home empty-handed.
My father saw me mixed up among them, doing things he didn't think he was, thinking I was wasting precious time. He consulted with his mother and wanted me to learn something to fill my spare time.
In the late 1980s, a variety of interest classes had quietly emerged in the small cities of my hometown, and girls' hobbies were mostly singing, dancing, electronic keyboard, and table tennis. After school, everyone concentrated on the Children's Palace to learn and practice.
I was short and thin, my mother was reluctant to let me go to hard sports, and there was no one in the family who knew music. "What to learn"? This question really bothered my parents for a while.
My father played chess well, participated in city competitions, and he and his colleagues won the first place in the team competition. He wanted me to learn to play chess, saying that it could promote thinking and develop intelligence, just sitting and not seeming to be tired.
But one big thing changed his plans at the time— the Sino-Japanese Go Tournament was in full swing. Newspapers and television reports of the game every day, the top masters of the various factions in China and Japan are catching and tearing each other apart, so it is not hilarious! My father was also deeply affected, and he heard that it was better to learn Go than to learn chess, so he finally decided to let me learn Go.
In the summer vacation of the third grade, my father bought back a book, Mr. Qiu Bairui's "Go January Pass", published by Shu Rong Chess Art Publishing House. He explained to me as he taught himself. Although he plays chess very well, his level of Go is just getting started. As an enlightenment teacher, he "learns now and teaches now", holding a book in one hand and a chess piece to guide me.
The chessboard was popular at the time for folding chess paper with black lines on a blue background, plastic. The pieces are black and white glass pieces, packed in a plastic box, sparkling and beautiful.
Where to get off it? In addition to the large dining table and desk, there is only a small table that can be seated for two people, so we spread the checkerboard paper on the small table to study. There were no extra stools at home, and my father sat on a folding wooden chair to teach me, and I could only sit on a small bench.
Looking up at the big chessboard, I'll feel uncomfortable for a long time. I begged my parents to change me a high chair, and my father smiled and said, When you defeat me, I will change seats with you. A high level of rightfulness should sit on top, I think so.
Throughout the summer, my father and I learned some basic knowledge, from the 9th way chess game, all the way to the 11 road, 13 road, and finally to the 19 road big chessboard, killing in the dark. Maybe my father is an adult, there are more things in work and life, my energy is limited, and I will not be my opponent in less than a month.
When I first won my father, I cheered and went to my mother's unit and told him to send me a small red flag. After that, I also sat on the big chair from the small bench!
Gradually, my father was no longer my opponent, and he consulted with my mother and planned to find me a Go teacher.