The Stories in the Ball Bag: Besides the racket, we also carry love and friendship within.

      Each time we pull open the zipper of the ball bag, what greets us is not just the smell of rubber and leather, but rather a treasure trove filled with stories. 

     Of course, there was the beloved racket lying inside, with its slightly worn moisture-absorbing strap and records of every swing's sweat. But upon closer inspection, there were even more "treasures" hidden in the corner: an energy gel that a teammate had given me after a marathon-like match; a few slightly deformed old balls that were the "survivors" of a classic battle; and the half-used muscle patch, next to which was a hairband that a friend had forgotten to take home. 

     These seemingly disordered objects together form the world within our ball bag. It not only holds equipment, but also the heavy feeling of passion - that pure joy that makes us rush to the court, regardless of the scorching sun or pouring rain. More importantly, it holds a wealth of friendship. 

     It was that partner who cheered for you until their voice became hoarse. It was that opponent who, after the game, shared an ice drink together and reviewed the "wonderful goal". It was these people who, due to a shared passion, gathered together and supported each other. The weight of the ball bag is, for the most part, due to these warm memories. 

      So, in my ball bag, I have the entire stadium and all the people who play together. And what about yours?