Edge of the Blade [Sports]

I never thought that before and after I read a book, because something happened in the middle, my mentality would be completely different. I am very grateful to have come across this book. I may have realized something else, such as winning calmly and being anxious calmly. Before reading this book, I saw reviews saying that the ending was flawed and there were some vague speculations about the content. I thought that the protagonist would not win in the end, so I hesitated to read it (the protagonist is in control). But after hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't bear it and came in. Thanks again for encountering this book. This book is supported by "beauty". No matter Xiao He or all of my friends, everyone has different beauty, and figure skating is also a particularly beautiful sport. I like to imagine pictures when reading novels. I remember Xiao He secretly tasting the snowflakes on his skates and smiling brightly at me; sometimes I borrowed Xiao He's eyes, and remember a certain second when he first competed in the Olympic finals, focusing on the vast and transparent ice in front of him. Millions of spectators were blurred and white, with only their hearts pounding and breathing in their ears; I also saw the dim smoke dissipating, and Xiao He giving Gezo a high-five. I saw the bandages spreading out from his slender waist on his shoulder blades, I saw his hands pulling on the overalls playfully and loosely, I saw his furry head emerging from behind his friend, and he spoke with a cute nasal voice but a strong tone. I tried my best to remember the few figure skating videos I had left, imagining his rock steps with neat and sexy legs. His description of the cello and violin formed a synaesthesia symphony in my ears. I tried my best to string together a melody that was intense or gentle enough to match the elegant and stretched shadow in my mind. I didn't have time to imagine what he looked like. To say anything concrete would be to underestimate him. In my mind, he is always a shadow condensed, bundled, and erect but light, like a real ice blade, made up of bunches of white light. This is good. It's just that in the end I am still a spectator, maybe even less so than a spectator. I widened my eyes and seemed to be able to see his state from the text. I wonder if the two coaches and the audience were the same. I tried to see the eyebrows of the dancing figure through the big screen - at this time, I really hated that the ice surface was so big, and that his rotation was so fast and his disguise was so exquisite! Boom, I already knew it, the blurred lightning sound effects exploded in my mind. It is far less powerful than real thunder, but it is also completely different from an object falling on the ground. All conjectures and suspense are gathered into a chain of neurons. That's lightning too. I understand that nothing can be turned around, just like the many foreshadowings before, like the chapters of a novel clearly revealed, it opened up a piece of white paper and showed me a black hole, and I couldn't help feeling empty and lost. But finally, fortunately, with the help of his eyes, I saw the arms on his chest. So slender, so strong, like the bow of his beloved cello. Now it's my turn to say this to him: so vulnerable, so beautiful. I am no longer disappointed because He is already satisfied. I knew that behind the hole was just my imaginary black hole. In fact, Xiao He had already filled a lot of it. There's a little bit of humor that says: Hey man, what are you thinking, it's just a corridor! Yes, this is far from the end. I saw the hole in front of me and thought it was the end, just like the uncoded part of a game. Once I stepped into it, there was endless chaos and alarm. But this is Xiao He! This was just a corridor in his life, and the torn hole was just one of his seemingly grotesque ways out. Frankly speaking, if life is like walking through a maze, with a fork in the road and several doors, he is not like a child who knows how to open the door. He's going to get through locked doors, he's going to climb over walls, he's going to blow some doors down or kick them to pieces. His way out is never smooth, always irregular. But he was profound. Even if he is eating hot pot with friends, the white warm mist is the reason why his eyebrows are softened. He is always strong, destructive, and walking straight in his maze, but he is still tough-tongued, self-respecting, and stubborn. But this kid is cute enough. Or there is more, he is strong, beautiful, proud, determined... But in the end I just want to say he is cute. Stripping away all honors, love is the best award for him. Today I present you with a trophy. I hope you can stick to what you love and love what you love in the next field and the next field after that. I'm still waiting for you to come to the next awards ceremony.

After reading it, I always felt disappointed.

I have seen the protagonists in figure skating stories who have a happy ending and the most tragic ending, but I feel very calm in my heart. Maybe the fearlessness and satisfaction of the lunch box have also infected me, and will the defending champion become a women's singles coach in the future? This little girl is so interesting!

If you want to watch the extras, the ending always feels a bit unfinished, but it's good to stop here. The ending is fixed at the moment when the lunch box free skate ends, and the follow-up is more like a silhouette under the glory. If you can have a passion and work hard for it, your life is really worth it.

Perhaps only the funereal free skate can brew the most brilliant eternity. Also: Looking forward to the extra episode

[Cracked] I am also a bitch. Looking at the ending, I like the author's article very much. I don't want to be like JJ's mainstream competitive articles. The protagonist wins every game with his best efforts and trains hard. It also allowed me to see athletes from all over the world. This is a golden era. But I didn't expect Bento to leave the arena completely. Time and injuries are unavoidable for every athlete, but because it is a novel, I still look forward to a miracle happening. It hurts, it really hurts.

The fairy tales in figure skating are so wonderful! It's been a long time since I had such an intuitive realization that "literature is also a form of expression of art". The writing is gorgeous, and the words are powerful, just right and not piled on. Each character has their own legend (favoring every player equally). But I still like Andrian the best! The performance of "The Rite of Spring" danced at Shuijing Square can be remembered for a long time. ↓ Original text [Many years later, in addition to championships, gold medals, and injuries, what this period has left for me is a truly unforgettable experience. This is the most important thing in a person's life. "Andrian stretched out his slender fingers, picked up a crumpled 5-euro note in his hat, and waved it in front of He Huan's eyes, "Of course I do it for money, too. "] It's like a tall figure in a golden dusk lens. Accompanied by the narration in a relaxed tone, the beauty of life is exaggerated freely and freely.

This ending looks like a specimen. His career remains at its most complete and perfect moment.

This article made me feel the passion and purity of competitive sports, the high spirits and perseverance of young people. There is no real protagonist here. Everyone is a well-deserved protagonist in life, with a distinctive, passionate and dazzling personality. Ben Leng's sports career made me feel that it is not shameful to just want to win. His persistence and working hard to win are shocking. He is a genius, a hero and a king in his field. He is like a blooming flower, blazing and dazzling. The author's brushstrokes brought me into the real arena, allowing me to feel the charm and excitement of figure skating, and the diversity of music. As a person with zero artistic skills, I have never experienced the ultimate beauty of art like this. This article is not mixed with the extremely bloody love factors that are highly praised in today's novels. It is more about the support, encouragement and companionship between people. They are competitors, coaches, friends and family. They have the same goal and the same persistence, which makes me addicted to this relationship and can't extricate myself. I have read novels for many years and once felt tired of them. This book once again made me feel the charm of words. Highly recommended.

The ending of the lunch box, how should I put it, has a feeling of loneliness after the fireworks, which made me a little melancholy.