In Qinghe Middle School in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, young Chen Feng became involved in track and field by chance. In a physical education class, he was attracted by the joy of jumping into the air when hurdling, and he has since embarked on this road full of sweat and glory. Although his figure was not outstanding and he was even dubbed as "overestimating his abilities" by his classmates, Chen Feng relied on his stubbornness and dedication to speed to train day after day on the simple track. He sprinted in the rain, adjusted his movements under the moonlight, and polished his talent in the clumsiest but most determined way.
After graduating from junior high school, Chen Feng was admitted to the provincial sports school as a dark horse. Here, he met a strict but attentive coach, teammates who fought side by side, and talented competitors. The training intensity at the sports school was far beyond imagination, and injuries and failures followed him everywhere. But he always remembered the throb when he hurdled for the first time. As he fell down and got up again and again, he gradually mastered the rhythm and skills of hurdles. From the provincial team trials to the national championships, Chen Feng's name began to emerge in the track and field arena, and his goal was already locked at the top of the world.
After joining the national team, Chen Feng faced the world's top track and field athletes. Faced with training bottlenecks, pressure from public opinion and challenges from opponents, he always gritted his teeth and moved forward with the attitude of a "wind chaser". From the regrettable inaccuracy at the World Athletics Championships to the shocking moment of crossing the hurdles like a cheetah in the Olympic Games, Chen Feng spent ten years making the impossible possible, writing his own legend on the hurdles, and letting the world see the rise and glory of Eastern track and field.
