A touch of warm sun in early winter poured down through the clouds, and Parthenocissus tricuspidata became greener and greener under the reflection of light, desperately climbing upward.

Through the mottled gaps between the leaves, the figure of the teenager grew longer and longer, and a bunch of people gathered outside the white line, watching the figure of the teenager jumping and shuttling back and forth in the basketball court.

My legs are hovering, I sit on the ground, let the light shine, let it shine, let it shine on my head, let me be in a daze. ...

My inner frame of reference has completely changed. I no longer look at passers-by, pay attention to the falling of maple leaves and ginkgo leaves, and are no longer distracted by the school songs flying over the radio. Only the current basketball game brings strong visual impact.

As a cheerleader in high school, I watch basketball games, and my heart is flat as water. I don't know when I saw it, but I can't be calm for a long time.

It's not time to get in touch with basketball, nor is it that basketball players played brilliantly before, but at this moment, they have deep emotional resonance with basketball teenagers and are conquered by their spirit.

02

Looking back on the ultimate basketball match between two classes, it is still deeply shocking-it is not only the crazy love of teenagers for basketball, but also the physical strength of generate, and the belief in my heart that "there is no individual, only the collective, and we fight for basketball".

When the opponent tried to throw the ball at our court with his basketball, they suddenly jumped up and grabbed the ball from the other side. A seemingly simple little gesture is actually a challenge with high difficulty coefficient. They are not dominant in height and size, and other members are generally a little taller and stronger. When they tried to pass the ball to their teammates, they were intercepted by the other team in lightning speed, and then the other team rushed into our camp with the ball and scored successfully.

After the first round, the opponent's morale was high, his confidence doubled and his state broke out. After scoring several goals in a row, the scores of both sides opened the gap. Seeing that the other side is bound to win, in contrast, the basketball teenagers in our class are depressed and demoralized, and have lost their enthusiasm and physical strength.

I can't help sweating and panting. Others also feel the disparity, but people around them have been shouting for refueling, not stopping cheering for them, but encouraging them all the time. The onlookers didn't think highly of them, but it was in this case that the basketball teenagers in our class held their breath and cooperated seamlessly, and in the little time left, they chased each other and tied.

The rule is that if there is a draw, the two sides will extend it for another ten minutes. This is not good news. At the moment, they are sweating and panting. In order to reverse the situation and regain the score of the game, you are overloaded.

Several times when the defensive attack was pushed to the ground or injured, I insisted on running with the ball, passing the ball quickly, and then sending the ball safely into the penalty area to wipe my sweat. It's hard to watch me, and I'm worried from time to time ~

The two sides are evenly matched in skills, coordination, strategy and tactics. One second we put into each other's boxes, and the next we put into our own boxes. In this way, several rounds have been deadlocked, and no one will give in.

The basketball under his hand kept patting back and forth, and his eyes turned around, looking for a chance to "break through". Suddenly, he quickened his pace, then turned left and right, rushed through two layers of defense lines and came to the basket. After a tiger jump, he turned to shoot, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in the basket impartially.

My eyes have never wavered on basketball, and my mentality is the same. I don't feel tired and relaxed at all. I gather all my energy, and I don't give my opponent a chance to drill a buffer, nor do I leave myself a retreat. Until the last bit of strength is exhausted, until the last second of the game, until the referee announces the result!

I missed the championship by two points-the other end cheered and applauded like thunder. But my head is full of tears ... from the players who have just finished the game to the classmates who are watching and then to the class teacher.

Basketball players hug each other, tears are swirling in their eyes, and men don't flick when they have tears. This is not because we didn't win the championship, but because we are our own champions.

In fact, I also tried to hold back my tears and not let them flow out. I just want to say that although I was defeated, a basketball game infected each of us, pulled us into each other's hearts and strengthened our cohesion.

03

"There is no basketball without brothers, and there is no youth without basketball." I have probably understood that basketball is synonymous with youth and the best plaything for basketball teenagers since childhood.

I gradually know why basketball is the blood of youth. It is because of basketball that teenagers are young and full of energy.

In the early morning, the ball hit the basket and the backboard hit the ground with a bang.

At noon, a person flashed across the basketball court alone.

At dusk and sunset, I reluctantly left the battlefield with the original team.

At the beginning of the lantern, they swept the playground with the ball on time until the dormitory door closed.

Teenagers who play basketball are full of charm, the teenagers who play basketball have the most feelings, and the teenagers who play basketball have youthful blood ...

Every time I meet a basketball game, I will come and have a look. When I see a boy jump and dunk lightly, I can't help but see your figure, just like you are young and frivolous.

I miss the big boy who walked side by side with my basketball in the lush years. I miss the boy who is basketball-oriented on campus. I miss the boy who plays ball on the playground. ...

Teenagers sweat like rain.

Full of heroism and pay for it.

The sun is as bright as blood.

The sound of basketball is like a crazy heartbeat

Boys on the field and girls off the field.

Friendship is love.