There are many shining days, just like the waves in the river, piece by piece, as if independent and closely connected. I picked up a handful to see my own shadow in it, but I saw that all my previous phantoms were broken and I wanted to laugh. It seems that I have done many things in my time, rebellious, anti-rebellious, anti-rebellious, including losing my dreams, losing my reality and then drifting in the cracks. In college, the happiest thing is sports. From the freshman sports meeting to the annual school sports meeting and 129, it seems that there is no shortage of its own shadow. I never got a good ranking, but I just don't care, I just like it. Do you like it? The atmosphere on the sports field, divorced from the secular, wins the admiration atmosphere by strength and hard work. More importantly, sports is a kind of beauty. I like the feeling of pleasing to the eye. Including basketball. Basketball occupies a large part of my college memory. Standing at the end of the team since childhood, I have never really touched basketball, and my sophomore year suddenly became interested in basketball. So, after a semester of training, I bought myself a pair of contact lenses and started my career as a basketball defender, which became a surprise for the team. Not only because of my surprise, graceful mid-distance ball, left and right bow opening, changeable thrust direction, but also because of my speed. It is a great pleasure to suddenly find that there are so many people slower than themselves on the basketball court. However, I am just a defender, and my duty is to organize attack and defense and create opportunities, not the final impact. Every time I see my ball throw a beautiful arc in the hands of my teammates, I will laugh heartily, then clap my hands with my teammates and continue to fight. It is a kind of beauty that only one group can create, and it is because of that irreplaceable group that I found my own happiness. We are a rising team, and our ultimate goal is to stand in our own position and score goals. For the result, we improved the process. It is inevitable that you will lose. After a fierce contest, under the clamor of other cheerleaders, we lost to each other by one point. After sobbing, comforting and sighing, the crowd dispersed, and my best teammate and I sat on the edge of the court. The crowd of players around us kept surging on the court, but we turned a deaf ear and wanted to cry but couldn't. The scene of fierce confrontation not long ago kept flashing in our minds. However, the next day, we have to continue to struggle. Bad luck always comes when you least expect it. In a competition that did not affect the ranking, I accidentally twisted my foot in order to avoid stepping on others. The doctor gave me a cruel word: I can't move for at least a month. This is a season, and I am a junior. Regardless of fatigue, my tall teammates carried me to the dormitory on the fifth floor in one breath. I shed tears. At that moment, it was not because of pain, but because of love. I know it's impossible to get that feeling back. That season has long since ended, leaving only memories. Until now, everyone on the team, everyone who shouted for us on the court, has been shining in my memory, even though the years have changed, everyone's face. Because we used to be one. We cherish and seize it.