I never thought, and probably thought, of receiving his farewell in such a way.
Maybe in those years, I was on the court, watching a group of young young people who were alive and kicking, my mouth was xxx first, and the words of goodbye were uttered in ancient times. , or the records of famous people have been recorded again and again. In those years, he was old and I was old, and we were all old. The connection between us was only deep in our memory. We used to accompany our youth and witness the video of each game we loved, and the debates were inconclusive. In that time again, maybe he was out of breath at the time, and the information sent from the communication device brought people back to the time when it was only us, which this generation will never forget.
I can't talk about how much I love it, and I have never hated it, but at that moment, the never-before-seen loss, the silent sadness, accumulated in my heart, and trembled at my fingertips. Or once understood that some memories have been inadvertently eroded and engraved in the deepest corners, just like simple meals, work and work, everything is just a habit.
At 4:00 in the morning, he was practicing ball. This morning, at 4:00 a.m., I was still writing code and swiping my phone before going to sleep. The sudden shock dissipated all sleepiness. Put down the phone and stare blankly at the ceiling like it's empty. I wish I woke up to find that it was a nightmare, only to wake up to find that this nightmare will never wake up, I was speechless, and my eyes were full of tears. For a long time, I didn't feel so lost.
In the first month of Jiangsu, the drizzle is drizzling, and it is cold to the bone. Looking into the distance, the smoke is hazy. Just like a festival, it is also so beautiful.
In a trance, I still remember that young man, running and running desperately, for basketball, for faith, for survival, for dreams. I also went crazy for Paul and Curry. In the end, I found that including Kobe Bryant, including the old James I hated, are an indispensable part of life.
The sun rises as usual, the most familiar stranger, see you tomorrow.
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