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篮球 |
分类: 爱好 |
I love playing basketball, by
myself. I've told that before. Yesterday, when I passed a middle
school, I saw a boy was playing it all alone. How disirable I was
to join him! But I didn't. I am not a girl who
can do whatever she
wants anymore.
I had drunk the third bottle
of yoghurt, I once was worried I would be get poisonous by taking
so much yoghurt. Fortunately, I didn't.
When I was sitting alone in
the bend on the rodeside, I believed I had saw a boy with a
basketball in his hand. But when he approached to me, there was
nothing in his hand. Was that an illusion? I stared his hand with
my widely open eyes amazingly. Finally, assured myself that it was
really an illusion.
I love basketball too much,
but no one will play with me. I am all alone for all the time. Now,
I am writing these words to company myself. If I don't do this, I
don't know what else can I do in my aimless daytime.
In those days, I always had
so many interests. I collected little things, sang along the MVs,
draw pictures, wrote my moods, surfed on the internet, played
basketball. But now, I was deprived to do nothing eles but finding
a dame job. I don't know when will I get one. but now it seizes
most of my time to do the things I like. This is not the life I
want. I was dreaming to live a simple and happy life, has no so
heavy work to do, has not so much money to spend. If only I can
raise myself that'll be ok. But it is so hard to become
true.
When can I play my basketball
to my heart's content once again?
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