The Zero-Second Game Winner

I once thought I could dunk if I was taller, I thought my youth would last forever, I thought I could enter the NBA, I thought the Slam Dunk National Competition would one day be broadcast. One day I stopped growing taller and could no longer reach the basket; one day I took off my school uniform and put on my work suit; one day I turned off the TV and no longer wanted to watch the lights on the floor; one day I finally realized that the national competition only existed on paper. So I started imagining, imagining a great Chinese riding the waves in the NBA, imagining a time-traveling soul waving his whip upward on the side of the court on the other side of the ocean. One day, I want to go back to where I started. Imagine being able to touch the basket without growing taller, imagine your youth coming back to you, imagine being able to enter the NBA one day, and imagine China's own national competition being played in front of every fan. Not only imagination, but also memories, not only YY, but also remembrance, not only a novel, but also youth.