My Olympics

Memories are sometimes a cruel thing, especially when you want to remember something, but find that there is only one concept of time. A lot of stories should have happened in 365 days a year. There is a shadow behind every story on every day. You can only remember a very small part, and most of it disappears, as if it never happened. Memories are sometimes a sweet existence. Just think about it, those stories that happened a long time ago should have been buried in the dust with the flow of time, but now they come unexpectedly. When it is aroused intentionally or unintentionally, the past joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows all come to mind. What a beautiful picture it must be. Yes, there is a feeling called deja vu. Ever since I fell in love and later started working in the sports industry, my life has become a cycle of two years, one Olympic Games followed by the World Cup. Recalling what I saw during the Olympics... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.