SD Xiansan
When I recall the summer of 1996, I seem to still be able to smell the youthful atmosphere that only belonged to my boyhood. Those days when I only relied on basketball and dreams as my beliefs, it seems that they are still close before my eyes. I remember the scorching temperature of the sun when I was discharged from the hospital with knee pads on; I remember the despair and depravity when my dream once fell; I remember the pleasure and excitement of grabbing a basketball again and running; I also remember the encounter with him and the many complicated and entangled stories that followed.
Fast forward ten years.
Immortality, I have always stubbornly believed that our encounter cannot be explained by words such as chance and coincidence, even if we are no longer young.
Conception: