I used to just like Yuzu's cuteness and hard work, but yesterday's game was shocked by his strength, and I cried when I looked at it. Everyone is fiercely using skills to stack up points for the only championship seat, there is the inexorable rebirth of the Rockets, and there is turandot's grandeur. But Yuzu, looking beyond the medal and looking at the 4A of his dreams, was the winner at the moment he landed!! He is practicing the Olympic spirit and telling his love of figure skating.
One minute on stage, ten years offstage, watching his achievements as a professional athlete on the ice rink, combining the art of the ultimate beauty with the extreme limit of the devil's difficult movements, I felt the heartache that was difficult to breathe. His life may be like walking on a sharp blade, and he really can't imagine how much pain and loneliness he has to endure, what situation he wants to force himself into, how much blood and tears and sweat he has to shed... Yet he remained indomitable, and no one demanded more from him than he did.
