022 French Open finally came to an end, and happiness, joy, regret, and sadness all came to an end at this moment. In the men's singles final, Nadal was almost not challenged, so he defeated the 23-year-old Rude in three sets and won his 14th French Open championship trophy.
I know that compared with Nadal's three thrilling matches from the fourth round to the semi-finals at this French Open, this final is quite dull. Rud had to face the timidity of first-time Grand Slam, but he had never had any experience in fighting against Nadal.
Life will not always be a straight line with a constant slope like Nadal's obsessive-compulsive disorder. You will never know that there are no mountains and valleys ahead, and you will not know where the final level is. When you rush over, you will suddenly be enlightened.
I am right to this final and regard it as a reward for Nadal's destiny. Facing the new weapon "developed" by his uncle, facing Djokovic, the destined enemy who defeated him last year, and the "rebel minister" Zverev, who had long been coveting the throne for too long, Nadal was the last person who came out of the battlefield where corpses were everywhere. Even God, who had always been indifferent, felt a little reluctant.
Before the game, people said that Nadal's lottery is very unlucky, but when you bravely challenge, deconstruct, and pursue your fortune, your destiny will reward you with the fourteen you deserve.
Nadal said at the award ceremony that he feels like home every time he comes to the French Open. This sentence is a little polite to anyone saying it, but Roland Garros has long been Nadal's territory! He stood extremely skillfully at the highest point of the podium as countless times before, holding the trophy with his arms high and accepting everyone's worship.
The entire Philip Cialis Stadium was shouting his name. Different races and different skins, but the eyes were filled with the same sincere obsession and pride. There are also the people in the world who have strong beliefs in their inferior and cowardly hearts because of his inspiration. They are now his people!
I am also one of them.
Every year, the French Open is the hardest time for me. I can only fall asleep after watching the game writing in the early morning and sending the push in the morning. What makes me happy and persevere is actually the little hope that Nadal gave me. I have devoted all my strength to every word about him as a hymn for his last Grand Slam.
But this annoying ghost will hold on to every slim hope in the coming year, and will never let go even if it is covered in scars. He not only persisted stubbornly, but also lied to me to continue to persist, worried and hoped.
I have changed into many completely unrelated industries. Every time I miss the scenery and rush to expand the "breadth" of my life. But under Nadal's guidance, I felt the "depth" of life in tennis. I thought he could not write any new ideas for every French Open champion, but when I sit here and look back on the ups and downs of the past two weeks and the year, I only feel countless emotions gushing out and can't stop at all.
This is what Nadal told me, the meaning of persistence! We are always asking what the meaning of persistence is? But many times, the meaning we preset in advance is often difficult to find the fulcrum because it is too far and ethereal. More often, we persist not because of the meaning, but because persistence produces meaning.
We just walked along like this, and the already boring vision suddenly jumped out of the beautiful scenery. This is the wonder that the unpredictable life produces. Just as the artist's works have been interpreted by later generations that I had never imagined when I created them, why has Nadal been such a sports artist?
I don’t believe that in his youth after winning several French Opens, he thought that he would achieve such an unprecedented great era. He just chose to persevere and waited for the unknown life scroll to slowly unfolding towards him.In the end, that small and simple original intention, after continuous repetition, transformed into infinite inspiring power. Even, there are a thousand Nadals in the eyes of a thousand people, and a thousand different magical healing powers.
Nadal, look! This is the country you have built. Fourteen Musketeer Cups are like fourteen bright stars, connecting constellations to protect the night sky of Roland Garros. Under the light that looked like daylight, countless children pointed their hands towards the sky. They said, one day I will become the star in that sky.
Svatek, Rud, Kasakinna, Lublev. . . Those children who used to be have grown up, pursuing the guidance of the stars in their dreams, have truly stepped onto this hot land from the stands outside the court. Some of them touch the brilliance of the stars, and some will continue to persist under your inspiration until they discover that they belong to their own meaning, and their lives will be full.
At the award ceremony, I was a little disappointed because I didn’t hear Nadal say the familiar words in person: See you next year See you next year! I know that this year Nadal played his left foot with closed play countless times, bringing countless uncertainties to the future.
But Nadal made his promise: I’m gonna keep fighting to keep going! I will always carry the burden! Yes, fourteen times stepped onto the podium with the most firm and powerful steps, and had already left an eternal footprint there.
Whether you are still standing there or not, when we stare at the deep footprints again, the air is still your Spanish-style humorous and persistent accent, reminding me that if you stick to it, there will be a better scenery ahead!
