The sun, the bright sunshine, the warm shine, like the angel of happiness, bring infinite warmth · · · · · ·
After gym class, we practice a few times high leg lift and small run,only 10 minutes, the teacher said: "after the dissolution of all freeactivities." This is too good! I like a happy bird, heart music bloom,then pick up the basketball to play basketball.
But this happiness did not last long, I just made a few goals, is ready to catch the ball, do not know where to come out of his hands away.My eyes followed the movement of the ball, fell on a tall boy. At this time, a dozen boys have gathered. He saw the ball around the waist,said to me: "you're a girl playing what is suitable for your ball, rope skipping!" He has just finished, he heard a shrill laughter, suddenly,I fly into a rage: "what happened to the girl? I love playing basketball!" Then he reached out to grab the ball. Behold, hesuddenly turned around, I grabbed a empty, however they are many, I robbed several times didn't get discouraged, finally, had tofind a quiet place to sit down, One's pupils do not turn. watched my beloved basketball in their hands around, felt very uncomfortable.
I love playing basketball, either before or now, even though I clearly know that I was a girl, playing basketball is my love. Once, I was sohard to break between male and female students of the "three eight"line, let them teach me to play, even willing to let me to associate with them, go with other class competition. Now in retrospect, all be visible before the eyes, but now · · · · · · is as a girl is wrong? Nowthe international does not have women's basketball game? Why · · · ·· · thought here, I can not help a nose acid, a bean big tear with my basketball dream can not help but fall · · · · · ·
The sun is so bright, but not as warm my heart broken.
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