Slam Dunk's worldview, write about the Xiangbei women's basketball team.
What is the meaning of the existence of women's basketball? The voice of such questions is suppressed in every inch of oxygen we breathe, causing the blood that supports my heart to flow back in a disorderly manner. Everything we do in our youth will be recorded in a notebook called eternity. I tore the page, crumpled it into a ball of coarse paper, and threw it into the basket. As the net slowly curved in the wind, I got my answer.
It doesn't make sense, I like to hear the sound of the ball being batted because it's the same frequency as my heartbeat. Whenever I touch the ball, I touch my soul.
We are in Xiangbei, and we should be omnipotent beasts that can overcome all obstacles. Our furs get wet when we flow through this passionate river. We have to kneel down and hide in the dangerous jungle, but pay attention. We have never stopped looking forward to breaking through and winning.
We are teenagers and our youth is budding. How can we describe the glittering arena with cold beads of sweat rolling through the dome, the sound of rumbling rain and the patter of the moon? When the fingertips touch the fragmented world of basketball, is it an illusory and ethereal dream, or a real desire? The basketball shoes stepped on the floor, but the cold sweat soaked and mottled the whole body. The surging undercurrent invited the countercurrent blood to wrap around the limbs and dance with it, being pushed by a deafening heart.
I formed the team.
This time, I said. Dominate the country.
Concept: Youth, Basketball and Girls