The Girl Wearing Jersey No. 3 (Continued): Basketball Years
Time turns thousands of times, constantly retreating into the thick fragments of time, repeating the love that is engraved in the heart. The warm sunshine, accompanied by the murmuring melody, all shines on the most beautiful memories.
There are many things in this world that you think you can continue to do tomorrow, and there are many people you think you can definitely meet again. So, when you temporarily put down your hands, or temporarily turn around, all you think about is the hope that we will be reunited tomorrow. Sometimes, you can't even feel this hope, because you think that since the days are passing like this day by day, of course they should also be passing by like this day by day. There should be no difference between yesterday, today and tomorrow, but there will be that one time, the moment you let go and turn around, some things will completely change. The sun will set, and before it rises again, some people will never see you again. . .
I don't know if this is a love story, maybe it's just a sparse past that has become moldy and distorted by the passage of time, or maybe the story of youth has nothing to do with love, but it is still unforgettable, just like the mood when I unconsciously draw someone's name on a glass window covered with water mist on a rainy night, one stroke at a time, warm, confused and sad. . .
Qiu Xiaomai said: Slowly, in the years of wandering, ten years of light and shadow, just about to mature, will become old, time is so useless. So I told myself: Life is like riding a train. No matter how beautiful the scenery outside the window is, it will recede. Just like the people you meet and the irrevocable time will always disappear, but it is myself who keeps moving forward. So I told myself: Work hard! Your own success must come before the one you love grows old.
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