On November 4th, our class and the soft work class had a basketball game. When I wasn't playing, I and another fellow Daoist who wasn't playing were assigned to the supermarket to buy water for the basketball players.

About a dozen bottles, packed in cardboard boxes, the two of them carried slowly towards the basketball court. Just as we were looking at the long road leading to the basketball court, a man wearing a yellow jacket and pedaling a samo, came to us and picked us up.

The man said loudly:

"Our journey is the basketball court, let's go!" I can think of the most romantic thing in Mingde, which is to sit on the samadhi with Taoist friends and blow the wind slowly...... Happy days are always so short (in fact, more than 200 meters away), the basketball court arrived, we silently unloaded the box, and said to the Samada racer: good technology!

The racer looked back and smiled, held the handlebar in his hand, twisted it vigorously, turned around and left, hiding his merit and fame! Looking at the back of the racer, suddenly, this long road that was not far away, looked at it, and was no longer confused.

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