Commentary | Heroes Come and Go, Only Legends are Immortal
Many times, you don't realize that the last time you saw someone, it might be the last time in this lifetime.
There are too many abrupt departures in this world.
Like that helicopter soaring through the sky, we were left in place, while he went far away.
We once thought that the person who would accompany us for a long time, this lifetime, we would never see him again, never catch up with him.
2020 was a year long fantasized by people many years ago, a highly futuristic year. But it seemed that no year was as bad as this one began.
The former kings and queens have vanished in the sky; the past admirers have stumbled in their careers. The news of Kobe's passing appeared in in different words and different languages. A gloomy mood was increasingly pervasive and increasingly bleak. Those who initially didn't want to or couldn't accept the reality inevitably slid into the abyss of despair.
The sunlight outside the window was still faintly visible, warm but couldn't reach our bodies. Only memories descended, gradually reviving,
Heroes come and go, only legends are immortal,
Even if you don't like basketball, you must know Kobe,
He is a symbol of greatness: 20 years of professional career, the youngest to be named to the All-Star team (total 18 times), 5 NBA championships, the oldest 60-point game, 1 regular season MVP, 2 FMVP and scoring champion, 2 Olympic gold medals,
He is a symbol of diligence: Coming out of the pavilion, he didn't have any fear, constantly challenging figures stronger than him; even with countless scars, he still poured all his energy into pursuing and fighting. He could make 2000 jump shots every summer, he could miss 30 shots in a game, and he could score 62 points in the first three quarters, a game of 81 points,
He is even a symbol of youth,
Most of us have a childhood accompanied by Kobe,
Kobe appeared in many stages of our lives: in the essays of the Chinese language exam, in the small high school's TVs, in the college dorms' computers, in the newspaper and magazine texts and pictures, and even in the basketball court's muscle collisions, he accompanied us to spend our early days in society, even our heartbroken pain after a breakup…
He's like an old friend who's been with us across the river of time. And that sentence, 'Have you ever seen 4 a.m. in Los Angeles?' has always echoed in the ears of generations of young people, constantly encouraging us to move forward, not to bow our heads, allowing us to remember to look up at the brightest star in the night sky, no matter how many floods or darkness we've experienced,
When all the scenery has become backpacks, all the sunshine has faded, our youthful passion of riding horses in a hurry has been shattered on the ground, no matter how desperately we try to salvage it, all that's left is sighing,
There are too many abrupt departures in this world,
We never know whether it's an accident or tomorrow that comes first,
The faith that started at 4 a.m. returned to the peace of 4 a.m. Our youth also falls asleep at 4 a.m.,
Sadness flows into the river, sighs like the wind. We just hope to cherish more in the present, and to treasure more when it's late,
(Reporter: Zhu Jian; Editor: Li Yifan)
