Take Off! Snow Bud!

The way Mei Ya rose to prominence in the provincial team was through falling. In the training camp before the National Youth Championship, she tried the triple platform for the first time. The take-off angle was not right, and the whole figure was like a thrown sack. It flipped two and a half times in the air and hit the slope with its back. When the team doctor rushed over, she had already gotten up, patted the snow on her butt and said, "It's okay, you're thick." That night, Lin Ji called her to the side of the training ground. Without asking about her injury, she only said one sentence: "Do you know what you look like in the sky?" Mei Ya shook her head. "It's like the bowstring breaking after an arrow leaves the string." Lin Ji lit a cigarette, "There is strength, but the direction is chaotic." The next day, he didn't let her go on the snow. Instead, he asked her to stand on the top of the slope with her eyes closed for two full hours. "Feel the wind coming from the left or the right, feel the snow melting under your feet, feel whether your heart is beating fast or not." Mei Ya stood until her legs were numb and her nose was dripping with cold. She wanted to curse, but held back - because she really heard the sound of snow until the last hour. It's not the sound of the wind or the snowboard, but the fine friction of snow particles being pushed by the wind and rolling down the slope. It was like the sound of the hemp rope passing through the thick cloth when grandma put the soles on her shoes in winter. From then on, she called it "Xue Ming".