"My beloved basketball" reference ending:

This basketball is my beloved thing. I keep it lovingly because it contains my father's love for me. Confidence and love of basketball.

Reference sample:

My beloved thing may be exquisite Lego, it may be exquisite jade, or it may be a small music box, but they are none of them. Maybe never. In my heart, my beloved thing has always been that extraordinary basketball.

This ball was given to me by my father in the New Year. He knew that I loved basketball and dreamed of entering the NBA, so my father took it as a New Year's gift. This ball is a professional NBA basketball. As soon as I saw it, I couldn't put it down. Although it does not have the beautiful music of the Bayonet box, it has the signature of the famous star Black Mamba, Kobe Bryant. Although it does not have the appearance of jade, it is made of cowhide and has an excellent hand feel. In this way, I rely on it It has become my favorite!

On a sunny noon, the teacher agreed that we could go to the playground to play for ten minutes. I was so happy that I called my classmates and started playing with the ball. We started playing the game. I put the ball on the sidelines and started the game with my classmates.

After playing for a long time, the teacher told us to go back to the classroom. Just when I was about to go back with the ball, I suddenly found that the ball was missing. Where is the ball? Where is my ball? I was very anxious, even if it was going back to the classroom, I started looking for it, frantically searching around the playground, even in the grass.

Some classmates advised me to go back quickly, but I turned a deaf ear to their words. They didn’t know what it meant to me, so I continued looking. After running a few laps of the playground, I found a round thing under the rockery, like a ball. I immediately ran towards it. This speed seemed to break my 100-meter record.

But when I saw it, I almost cried. It was not mine. Although it looked the same, this one was not signed. When I thought that I might lose my beloved basketball like this, I felt even sadder. But I was unwilling to give in and continued to look for it.

When I was extremely sad, a voice from heaven helped me: "Are you looking for a ball? Go and have a look. Is there a ball next to the flowerpot that belongs to you?" Following his directions, I saw that there was really a ball that looked like mine. I ran over and took a look, and jumped up with excitement. It was really mine! Neither big nor small, rice dumpling-colored, and with a unique signature.

I forget my sadness and hold it tightly. After being separated for twenty minutes, I feel like I have been separated from it for twenty years. I picked it up and returned to the classroom. The teacher told me, but I didn't care. At least the basketball was not lost.

This basketball is my favorite thing. I keep it fondly because it contains my father’s confidence in me and his love for basketball.