Ferry Basket

Basketball is the most passionate belief of countless teenagers in their hot youth. It is not just a simple competitive sport, but also a journey of growth intertwined with sweat, falls, regrets, side by side and comebacks. Every run, every jump, and every shot contains the stubbornness not to give up easily. Some people travel to mountains and seas for their love, some stop playing because of setbacks, some grow silently in the face of doubts, and some grit their teeth and make a comeback in the face of headwinds. The court will never favor talent. Behind all seemingly easy kills and victories are countless early morning extra practices, countless falls and getting up, and countless repetitions of boring basic skills. The youth of young people is filled with basketball, evening breeze, sweat and shouting. There is the brotherhood of fighting side by side, the passionate tenacity of not giving up after falling behind, the unwillingness to regret losing on the field, and the hot transformation of breaking through oneself and defeating mediocrity. Some people have dazzling talents, but lose to impetuosity; some people start out ordinary, but rely on persistence and tenacity to break through all the shackles step by step. Competitive sports are the cruelest and fairest. It will nakedly expose gaps, shortcomings and shortcomings, and it will also gently accept every silent effort. There is no victory that comes out of nowhere, there is only accumulation day after day; there is no glory achieved overnight, there is only perseverance through gritted teeth. This is a story about basketball, but also a story about youth and love. It's not worth the basket, it's not worth the sweat, it's not worth the people walking side by side, and it's not worth the burning and indomitable self. Love will never end, and young people will always move forward in the wind.