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With 34 points, eight rebounds and five assists, James' stats are like a symphony, playing the melody of victory. However, on this night, he left the arena early, leaving a silence on the field, as if a lost note was hovering in the air.
Behind the departure, it was the sixth man's steal, like an invisible sharp knife, which stabbed James's decadent state of mind. On the pitch, victory or defeat is an inevitable rule of the game, and every turn is like a fierce showdown, separating the winner from the loser. James's departure is not only an alternation of winning and losing, but also an indictment against fate.
His frustration filled the air, like a heavy mist. The audience on the sidelines also seemed to feel the spread of this emotion, and for a while, there was a depressing atmosphere in the stadium. James, the man known as the "Emperor Zhan", is like a king who has lost his magic at the moment, hovering lonely on the verge of victory.
At the moment of the steal, the sixth child was like a lonely star in the night sky, shining with his own light. His movements are like a delicate dance, leaving the stage of victory to himself. At this moment, the court became his stage, and James became a lost bystander. In this basketball feast, there is always a winner and a loser, and this time, the sixth child became the master of victory with that steal.
James' frustrated roar, like a gust of wind, rolled up the turbulent waves on the court. His voice reverberated in the night sky, like a passionate symphony, conveying his inner struggle and unwillingness. At this moment, he is no longer the high-ranking Zhan Huang, but a challenged warrior, facing his own vulnerability and helplessness.
Frustration is not exclusive to the winners, it is also the norm for the losers. James's roar is a kind of rebellion against himself, a kind of unyielding to fate. In this losing game, he did not choose to be silent, but chose to let out his own cry and use anger to release his inner troubles.
The competition on the pitch is like a realistic version of war. And every player is a warrior on that battlefield. The victor has a wreath of honor, while the loser has to face the shame of defeat. James's departure is a kind of calm acceptance of failure, and it is also an explanation of himself. In this moment, he is no longer a champion, but a man who fights the battlefield.
The silence on the pitch is like a silent mourning for the bygone time. Every game is a passage of time, and every player is a passerby in that time. James left the stage early, like an actor who left the stage, leaving behind regret and emotion in the hearts of the audience.
After the steal, the sixth is like an insurmountable barrier, so that James cannot cross to the other side of victory. His movements were like arrows of time, piercing James' will. At this moment, the sixth became James's fate, and James became the prisoner of the sixth.
Everything on the pitch is like a picture scroll, showing the alternation of victory and defeat. And every player is a stroke in that picture. James left the field early, leaving a blank in the picture scroll, as if it was a regret that could not be filled. And the sixth, the hero of the steal, has become a bright color in the picture scroll, lighting up the light of victory.