fill in the form when you enter school, and fill in the column of personal hobbies: drinking. The receiving teacher's eyes turned half white: Are you kidding? Write well. So I honestly wrote: Basketball. I didn't expect the receiving teacher's eyes to turn white: Are you here for a joke? !

I'm not kidding. I like basketball. I really like basketball. Ask Jordan if you can meet him.

If you dream of me when I am seventeen, you will see Jordan, a black man and a great flier. I like Jordan, so I like basketball. I like basketball, so I like Jordan better. Jordan said: people should have dreams. Jordan didn't say: short people can't play basketball.

have you ever seen me play basketball? I am an outsider on the basketball court. As long as I come, even the people who can't play basketball have confidence-finally, someone who is not as good as him has come; And those masters will have the opportunity to perform a breakthrough. I know that the basket is very far away for me. As soon as I get to the basket, there are several hands to form a big umbrella, which is dark. Throw it from the outside. It's hard to throw that ball because it needs a long journey. Therefore, as long as I take the ball, I feel at ease for convenience and don't interfere, just let me throw and take this throw as a serve. Well, on the court, I always felt that what everyone was shooting was not the ball, but my self-esteem.

But my self-esteem, which is very similar to that ball, is a higher rebound under the remake.

I remember the first time I participated in a competition. When my name was heard in the microphone, I walked slowly into the adult country like a star. I heard applause and laughter, so I smiled and greeted everyone, both those who applauded me and those who laughed at me. I forgot what score I scored in that game. I only know that I have been running, from front to back, from back to front, and often when I run, I have changed the ball rights, and I always can't touch the ball. That game was a game for others, but for me, it was a practice of running back and forth. When my teammates commented on my work, they called me a guerrilla and said that my role was not to get the ball, but to interfere.

but I can't forget running like that, and I can't forget the futility again and again. There are many such moments in life, in order to run to the splendor of life, but when you run, all the plays have been played. So I chose another direction, and when I ran again, the actors there had already finished their curtain call. We just run in vain between hope and disappointment.

You have to run, too. There must always be someone holding the ball and someone running on the court. Just like life, there are always brilliant people and ordinary people. The whistle of fate has sounded, and we can't leave, just as we live, we must live well and not die casually.

but I still dream of flying. Countless times, I jumped out of my dream and made heavy buckles on that fateful basket. There was no applause, no tongue sticking out like Jordan. I just browsed my past in the air, and then I decided to fall down. The past days tell me that every day is useful, no matter what kind of day it is, no matter what kind of struggle and sadness I have in that day.

sometimes my mother will ask me: why are you patting the bed board?

I told him: I didn't, but Jordan took it.

Who is Jordan? Have you been to our house?

I told him that I had never been here, because he never left, and it was in my heart. Mom said: You are a crazy child.

I am a crazy child, but I know that one day I will fly. In this world, I will fly to my ideal like Jordan. In this world, the only person who can fly like Jordan is himself; In this world, the only person who can dream of me is myself. So, I don't care what others think of me, I see myself, and I see my wings slowly spreading after repeated disappointments.

I still remember my hard training, the court in the moonlight and the music of autumn insects. I jumped under the basket again and again, like a stubborn frog. I didn't stop until I was tired and couldn't jump up. I looked at the circle with cold light and saw that it was cold and refused, just like many dreams in the world.

I don't know how many nights later, I finally left my first handprint on the backboard, just like the pilot who landed on the moon left his first footprint on the moon. I was so excited. Although I know that the handprint is far from the basket, I also know that I am used to jumping. Many goals in life are just like that basket, but as long as I am used to jumping, I can cross many frustrating moments in my life and leave my deep mark on this world to prove that I have lived.

On that starry night, I took my handprint on the backboard. No one knows that the handprint came from an unyielding teenager; No one knows how many unyielding hearts there are in the ordinary people in this world.

many years have passed, and I have done a lot of work and many kinds of people. I wonder if my wandering is flying. I stayed in maternal love and learned kindness and sacrifice; I stayed in love and learned about eternity and life; I stayed in hostility and learned to be brave and tolerant; I stayed in bad luck and learned strength and self-esteem.

I will. I will fly like Jordan, flying over the gloom and sadness in my life.

There will always be a moment when the sky belongs to me, as long as my heart sets sail from my dream.