What is the fire burning on Mount Olympus is not for the sake of one person defeating another, but for the opportunity to show off to the gods the indomitability of mankind, the limits of destiny can be eternal, and the indomitable challenges cannot be ignored or lacking.
- Stetson
▲ "Awesome! Teenage" stills
Maybe it's because people miss something and like it more, my two legs can't move, but I'm a sports fan. I like to watch not only football, basketball and various ball games, but also track and field, swimming, boxing, skating, skiing, cycling and car competitions, in short, I am an all-round sports fan. Of course, it's all from the TV, and there are very high steps in front of the stadium, and I can't go up. If there is a wonderful sports program on TV on this day, well, I wake up in the morning and feel like a festival, no matter what I do in the day, I think about it, and I have a good time every minute and second. Sometimes I'm afraid that a lot of big games will be concentrated in a day or a few days (like the just-concluded Olympics), and I'll put other important things out of the way.
In fact, I like football second, literature third, and athletics first. I can tell what the world records are for all the athletics, who keeps them, and how long or short they are. For example, the men's long jump record is held by Beamon, and no one has been able to break it in twenty years; but this is not fair, Beamon jumped out of the eight meters and ninety in mexico City on the plateau, and Lewis jumped eight meters seventy-two on the plains is actually greater than the former, but it is not a world record. These records are what I remember by the way, the charm of athletics is not in the record, man can not do God anyway; but man's strength, will and beauty can be fully displayed from the running and jumping, which is its charm. It looks better than any dance, and any dance is pretentious or even mysterious compared to it. Maybe I've seen too few dances. And when you watch Lewis or Moses run, you will feel that they are running from the primitive of man, running to the endless future of man, and the skin rolling like the wind and water is the most natural dance and the most free song.
My favorite and envious person is Lewis. He is one meter eight eight, shoulders wide and leg long, like a black cheetah, a random run is less than ten seconds, a random jump is eight meters away, and in the most important competition, his movements are so stretched, light, rhythmic; not like the pop stars singing, singing to the end always makes people wonder what this is all about.
▲ Lewis
Not afraid of the jokes of the readers, I often pray to god secretly, if people can really have an afterlife, I do not ask for anything else, only a body like Lewis. I also envisioned that people would be generally taller than they are now, so I would have at least one meter and nine figures; then the speed of 100 meters would also be generally faster than now, so I could not only run nine seconds and nine. Most of the people who write novels are daydreamers. Fortunately, this daydream did not frustrate me, I came up with this method to comfort and yearn for him because the reality of this Stetson was too frustrating. My love and admiration for Lewis grew day by day. Believe he is the happiest man in the world. I thought that if there was any way to make me into him, I would certainly do whatever it took; if I could have such a healthy body in my next life, the torment of this disability in this life would be rewarded enough.
At the Olympics, the noon when Johnson defeated Lewis, I was very sad, and I felt awkward and awkward until the night, and I didn't sleep well at night. The midday scene was churning in front of him: all the people were cheering to Johnson, all the flags and flowers were waving at Johnson, and the waves of reporters were crowding Johnson out of the game field, while Lewis was left out in the cold. Lewis's dazed gaze at the time was like that of a poor child, and it made me feel a pang of pain. For several days I was sullen, always thinking about how painful Lewis would be at the moment, unwilling to watch the TV replay of that noon game, unwilling to listen to others talk about it, and even jealous of Johnson for Lewis, and found many reasons in my heart to explain to myself that Lewis was the best; naturally this did not help, I was even worse than Lewis, and I was lost deeply. Isn't that weird? Isn't this mentally ill in the eyes of outsiders? I thought slowly about why. Is it because an idol of beauty has been broken? If that were all, I could have regretted that johnson would have stood up for a while, and Johnson's majesty was no less than Lewis's. Is it because I am too fond of the old and too conservative? But I know very well that the newcomers to the throne are the most celebratory things. Or did Lewis not run well to make me regret? But nine seconds ninety-two was his best result. Why, exactly? Finally I knew: I saw the misfortune of the so-called "happiest man," and Lewis's blank gaze shattered my definition of "happiest." God never gives the word "happiest" to anyone, he sets an eternal distance before the desires of all people, and gives everyone a fair limit. If happiness cannot be understood on the endless path beyond one's limitations, then Stetson's inability to run and Lewis's inability to run faster are the exact same as the source of frustration and pain. If Lewis could not understand these things, I believe that at that noon he must have been the most unfortunate man in the world.
The day after the 100m final, Lewis jumped eightm 72 in the long jump final, and he was a good look. It seems that he understands that he knows what the divine fire on Mount Olympus burns, not for the sake of one man defeating another, but for the opportunity to show off to the gods the indomitability of mankind, the limits of destiny can be eternal, and the indomitable challenges cannot be ignored or lacking. I dare not say that Lewis is like this, but I hope lewis is like this, and I have always loved and adored such a Lewis.
In this way, my daydreams need to be redesigned. At least I no longer want to use all this I have learned, just to change a toned body, to change a height of more than one meter and nine feet and a speed of nine seconds seven nine or even nine seconds sixty-nine, for the simple reason that I do not want to be the most unfortunate person at noon in the next life; even if one can run out of nine seconds and fifty-nine, it still means limitation. I want to have both a healthy body and a soul that understands the meaning of life, and I want both. But the former can pray for God's gifts, while the latter must be obtained on their own in the midst of all kinds of hardships – how should my daydreams be designed? Don't say, if you can't have both, which one do you want?
Don't say this, because people must live with the most beautiful dreams.
It was later learned that Johnson ran out of nine seconds and seven nine because he was doping. What should we say about that? I saw a message in the newspaper that people in his Jamaican homeland said:
Whenever Johnson is willing to come back, we will welcome him, no matter what he does wrong, he is the son of Jamaica.
These few words touched me deeply. Shouldn't we have more compassion and love for people with disabilities in their souls than for people with physical disabilities?
Text | selected from "Me and the Temple of Earth", by Shi Tiesheng, People's Literature Publishing House
Transferred from | Chuchen culture
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