After dinner, the two went to sit on the slate next to the basketball court next to the old banyan tree. Shanshan turned her back on me and I hugged her. The two of them calmed down and stopped talking for a while. She is reading her article, and I am watching an ongoing basketball game on the football field.

The players from both sides are in full swing and full of gunpowder. Their coach shouted on the sidelines, and many people watched. I am also one of the bystanders. This wonderful scene is both familiar and strange to me.

I am familiar with it because I have experienced these scenes and sweated on the court with my brothers. It was a college time, and we were young and passionate.

I went to college for four years. At that time, I basically went to class every day, went to the library and played basketball. Even if it rains, it can't put out the basketball fire in our hearts.

I often play games with these brothers everywhere. I am crazy about basketball, crazy and enjoy it.

No matter what the opponent's skill is, whether it is strong or good, it is a good shot. I was very concerned about winning or losing. I am young and energetic. I don't know how small I am, and I don't care if I get hurt. I just want to win.

When there is no game, we soak in the stadium at night. When there are many people, we will team up to play full-court or half-court. When there are few people, we take turns to fight one-on-one, which is exhausting.

We love watching NBA, mostly fans of James and Heat. I remember watching the sixth Heat-Spurs game in the 20 13 finals in the school cafeteria. When we saw ray allen saving lives, we all cried wildly, and some even cried excitedly. ...

Time flies, these past events, as if just yesterday, are often remembered now, with mixed feelings, and tears in my eyes are faintly visible.

After graduating from college, my contact with basketball gradually decreased. However, sometimes I can invite three or five brothers and go back to the brightly lit basketball court at school to have a good game.

Sometimes everyone is busy, and when I have no time, I come to the court alone and practice shooting by myself. One ball per person means the world. At this moment, there was no distraction, and the heart that loves basketball was awakened.

I've been in society for three years now, and I haven't touched the ball several times a year. Technology is getting rusty, body is getting fatter, physical strength is not as good as before, and inertia is also developed.

The NBA also watches less, and occasionally watches replayed videos. James, his favorite star, returned to the Cavaliers from the Heat earlier this year and has put on the Lakers jersey this year.

The brothers who used to play together still keep in touch, but not so often. Most of them live a stable life, need to earn money to support their families, and don't touch the ball very much.

Occasionally have dinner instead of ball games, and a round belly instead of hard abdominal muscles. I can't find the original feeling.

After the game, the weather turned cold, and we went home, afraid of catching cold.

Now, it's been three hours since I came back, but I still can't calm down for a long time. ......