Chapter 4 crying boy

I liked to cry when I was a child, mainly because I couldn't stand being wronged. After receiving training, I became more crying-the goal is always far away.But every time I wipe away my tears, I will continue to practice. In that particular environment at the time, I didn't realize what that thin piece of paper meant to me.On the second day after the "note", I continued my normal trajectory, watching games, going to school, and going home for dinner after school.But after dinner, my mother led me to report to the Chongqing Amateur Sports School.It takes 10-15 minutes to walk from home to the station, and then take the tram to the end of Lianglukou

Get off at the station, not far from Datianwan Stadium. I held my mother's hand tightly and marched into the unknown world.What the future holds, how my life will change, I don't know. "Are you looking for the diving team? I'm from the gymnastics team, and I'll take you there!" As soon as we entered the gate of the sports school, a little girl in a plaid skirt and braids jumped up and greeted us.Clearly, she was enthusiastic, and her presence was no less than "just in time" for us scurrying around like headless chickens. After the conversation, I learned that because the diving class and the gymnastics class live next to each other, it happened that the diving team started recruiting students in those few days, and all the students coming and going on the road were the students of the diving team.Seeing me being led by my parents and looking around with a note, I knew that I was a freshman in the diving class.She was supposed to go to the bathroom in the middle of training, and she just led us to the exact spot.

By chance, she became the "guide" in my diving career.I still don't know the name of this warm-hearted girl?Without you, our mother and son really don't know how long we would wander in that maze-like sports school. Anyway, in 1986, when I was 7 years old, I became a disciple of coach Xu Guilu and started amateur diving training three times a week. Mom and Dad have conditions for me to engage in diving.They said that it is okay to dive, but you must try diving for a few months first, and you must ensure that you learn.If not, you can still be an ordinary student. The beginning stages are always difficult.Every day after school, at about four o’clock, I go straight to Chongqing Sports School alone (after taking me to the amateur sports school for a few days, my mother let me go to train by myself by car), and the training time is usually one or two hours .It's already eight or nine when I go home every night, and I haven't had dinner yet!By the time I finish my homework and get into bed, it's usually 11pm, and most of the neighbors' lights are out.

Due to the long interval between lunch and dinner, plus strenuous exercise and long-distance running in between, every time I go home, I will be so hungry that my eyes will stare.It's not easy to be hungry, so under such circumstances, I developed a "rubber stomach". After lunch, I wish I could stuff half a catty into my stomach.Make up for dinner. However, after several months of traveling between elementary school and sports school, I found myself fascinated by this sport, or this kind of life, and my parents also fulfilled their promise: let me continue to study and go Sports school training.This means: My long eighteen-year diving career began at that moment.Although at the time, I had never been in water at all, let alone feel the feeling of jumping into water from the air.

Since there was no indoor swimming pool in Chongqing at that time, there was only an open-air swimming pool and a cement diving platform.Our Chongqing Sports School's diving "Whampoa Phase I" has a total of ten students. For a long period of time, they didn't know what swimming was, let alone what diving was like.At the beginning, we just did some simple land movements such as pressing joints on land. In March and April of 1987, God bless, the fish finally met the water - our whole team was dragged to the famous South Hot Spring in Chongqing City, closed training for a week, and learned to swim.

That was the first time I really left home.But with the experience of the previous few times, after a short period of discomfort, I quickly adapted to living with my friends and learned to swim.At that time, a member of the class, one year younger than me, was the only one in our group of landlubbers who could swim. I especially envied him.I found out later that his father was the swimming coach of the sports school. That summer, we were finally able to dive in the No. 3 Iron and Steel Plant in Chongqing.This is the only diving pool in the city with a diving platform, and Sangang has become a sacred place for all Chongqing diving children.

Sangang is not too far away from home, take the No. 5 tram, cross a bridge, and you will arrive.And the starting station of No. 5 bus is not far from my house. However, the real training is definitely not as simple as our training on land.It can be said that we have begun to appreciate the hardships of training.The first is the fickle weather.The Sangang swimming pool is open-air, and the water temperature changes with the weather. When it’s cold, you’ll get goosebumps all over your body. When it’s hot, you’ll even jump up on the ground when you go ashore.