He never had a racket of his own, so the enlightenment coach used scrap wood and rubber to glue him the first racket in his life - the blade was pieced together and the rubber was of different colors.
Relying on a ball machine at four o'clock in the morning and an old racket with calluses, he won the provincial championship and the national championship along the way, and broke into the national team.
World Cup champion, World Championship champion, two Olympic gold medals, undefeated in foreign battles, number one in the world. He has won all the honors in the world, but he always lives in the shadow of the spotlight. No one remembers his efforts and only focuses on his victory or defeat.
In the last Olympic Games, on the eve of the final, countless people advised him to "stop taking it too seriously", and even his most trusted coach hinted that he should "give in".
He won the race and then announced his retirement.
On the high-speed train heading south, he fell asleep holding the old racket and two Olympic gold medals. When I woke up, I saw in front of me the wasteland of Peiping in 1935, with Japanese military police armed with live ammunition in the distance.
Can a national table tennis player who has won world championships hold on to the ground at his feet in troubled times?
