I am a real artist when playing basketball. Having caught the ball, I jumped up, stretched out my right arm and poked the ball. Time ran slower and the world seems silent. Attracted by the backboard, the ball flew straight to the backboard and turned into my painting brush, drawing out a beautiful arc in the blue canvas. Just as they met each other, chemical reaction took place--the two factors formed a drum and the product performed the prelude of an impromptu .Then, the ball rebounded to the basketry, and played the theme. Finally, the ball found a way out and rushed into the basket. With the sound of Maracas, the movement ended and applauses began. Those are approvals of my efforts: two hours a time, three times a week, I practiced; Wet and exhausted, I persisted. That's all because I love the rhapsodies created by me-I'm a real musician in the court.
actually, I think mine is quite different from others'.But m just wondering if this fits...
actually, I think mine is quite different from others'.But m just wondering if this fits...