8 years of partnership, Paris s first anniversary! As evidenced by the red flag, they rushed to Los Angeles

A year ago in Paris, in the evening breeze of the Champs-Elysees, the five-star red flag was clattering at the peak. The moment the scoreboard freezes, the audience cheers, and the silhouettes of you embracing each other have long surpassed the winner and lost themselves and become an eternal picture engraved in time.

Who would have thought that the temporary partner who was rushing to form in the training hall at the age of 18 would become each other's most solid armor in the field seven years later. From the youth competition to the tacit understanding of the adult group, eight years have become like a piece of jade polished repeatedly by sweat, tempering the original astringency into the current one. When they were no name, the two of them practiced together until late at night, and the lights made the shadows long. Now they have become recognized rulers in the mixed doubles arena. Every time they meet their eyes, they can still understand the tactics that the other party has not said.

On those six or ten days in the morning, the floor of the arena remembers the trajectory of your countless slips, and the hum of the ball picker became the most familiar background sound. The schedules that are in several categories are always densely packed. After playing mixed doubles, they will play singles. The sweat-soaked sportswear can wrung out half a basin of water, but no one has ever heard of being tired. The oath of "I want to exchange my life for a gold medal" is not an impulsive bold statement, but a hot original intention hidden in every injury training and every turn against the wind, and is the most extreme annotation of dreams.

In the sea breeze of Jakarta, you have tasted the taste of an intercontinental champion for the first time; in the stadium in Houston, the gold medal won by resisting the pressure made the world remember the Eastern combination; in the rainy night in Durban, the embrace after winning the championship was trembling with the trembling after the disaster; above the peak of Paris, when the five-star red flag rose, the tears in your eyes reflected each other's appearance. Now, the wind is running towards Los Angeles, and a new journey has spread out under your feet. The magnolia flowers on Tiantan East Road bloomed and faded seven times, and the petals filled the path in front of the training hall. Spring goes and autumn comes, and the rackets in the museum are changed one after another, but only you are fighting side by side. From a young man to a young man, from ignorance to firmness, the years have accumulated thickness in their football skills, and have also created the longest friendship through companionship.

On the way to follow the light, you are both the light of each other and the light that illuminates countless people. This bond that spans eight years has long surpassed the word "partner" and is hidden in the clinking cups of every high-five, every fill-up, and every celebration banquet. Love is always hot, not only on the field, but also in the long years to come.

5114, this number engraved in memory, is a footnote to glory and a prelude to the new journey.