我是别人捡来的孩子。打我有记忆的时候起,我就在体校里长大,体校里的哥哥姐姐叔叔伯伯看着我长大。年幼的我,打从刚学会走路的时候,就学会了一个人静静地蹲坐在那老式的篮球架下,看着一个个有3个我那么高的哥哥们把一个红色的圆球扔进一个高高的圆圈。圆圆的球,如果从那个圆圈中间掉下来,他们就很开心地大叫起来。终于有一次,一个天神样的大哥哥把一直坐在篮架下的我抱了起来,他把那个大大的球递给我,把我高高举起,大声地要我把这球放进那铁圈里。他好高啊。我毫不费力地就能平视那大大的铁圈了。我把那个红色的球,小心巽翼地放了进去,生怕碰到一点铁圈的边缘。于是,所有的哥哥,以及场边站着的好多人,大声地叫了起来,他们拼命地鼓掌。我终于知道了,这个红色的球上有这样的魔力,只要把它放进那大铁圈里,所有的人都会为之振奋和热烈鼓掌。 I am a child picked up by others. When I hit my memory, I grew up in the school, my uncle and uncle in my school looked at me and grew up. Young me, playing from just learning to walk, they learned to sit quietly in the old basketball under the frame, watching one by one with my brother so high that I put a red ball throw Into a tall circle. The round ball, if dropped from the middle of the circle, they shouted happily. Finally, once a god-like big brother had been sitting under the basket, I hugged him and handed me that big ball, lifted me aloft and asked me to put the ball in there Iron ring. He is so tall I can flatten out the big hoops with no effort. I put that red ball carefully intoxicated, for fear of meeting a little circle edge. As a result, all the older brothers, as well as many standing on the sidelines, shouted loudly, applauding their efforts. I finally realized that there was such a magic on this red ball that everyone would cheer and cheer apparently by just putting it in that big iron circle.