Colorful years

In his dream, he seemed to be in a fantastical world, transported to the daytime competition venue. There, the atmosphere was bustling and lively, and every match was like a spectacular visual feast.

He stared intently at every detail of the competition, a complex mix of emotions welling up within him. He clearly realized that his skill level was indeed somewhat inferior to that of Douzi and the others.

For his own honor, and to live up to his father's deep affection, he secretly vowed to win back what he had lost. His eyes revealed a firm determination, as if burning with an inextinguishable flame.

The next morning, before dawn, all was quiet except for the occasional chirping of birds.

Congcong couldn't wait to get out of bed, his eyes filled with anticipation and determination.

Clutching the toy his father had carefully crafted, he walked briskly to the center of the courtyard. The morning breeze gently brushed his cheeks, bringing a touch of coolness.

He stood in the center of the courtyard, took a deep breath, and began to concentrate fully on his training.

He knew that these toys represented his father's hard work and high expectations, and he was determined to fully unleash their potential to create more joy and surprises for himself and his friends.

Congcong first picked up the pistol, which gleamed metallically in the morning sunlight. He practiced aiming and firing repeatedly, his eyes focused and determined.

He carefully observed the target, constantly adjusting his posture and breathing rate to ensure that the bullet would hit the target accurately every time he pulled the trigger.

His arm gripped the pistol firmly, each shot filled with power and determination. With each crisp gunshot, his confidence grew stronger.

Immediately afterwards, he put down his pistol and picked up a slingshot.

The rubber band of this slingshot is very elastic and feels very comfortable to hold.

He squatted down, picked up the smooth, round pebbles one by one, and carefully put them into his leather pocket.

Then, he used all his strength to tighten the rubber band, and after aiming at the target, he decisively released the stone and launched it.

The pebble shot out like an arrow, tracing a graceful arc in the air before finally landing steadily on the target in the distance.

With each launch, he could feel his strength and skill constantly improving.

After that, he picked up the top again and began practicing the techniques of whipping and spinning it.

He gently and rhythmically whipped the top, making it dance merrily on the ground, spinning out beautiful patterns.

He constantly fine-tuned the force and frequency of his whipping, striving to make the top spin more smoothly and sustainably, like a craftsman meticulously sculpting his work. Under his hands, the top seemed to come alive, spinning joyfully and emitting pleasant sounds.

After a full day of hard work, Congcong's skills improved significantly. He was able to hit the target accurately, and the stones launched from the slingshot drew long arcs, traveling farther and farther.

Under his whipping, the top seemed to come alive, spinning more steadily and for longer.

His hard work and sweat finally paid off, and his heart was filled with joy and pride.

As night fell, countless stars illuminated the night sky. Congcong excitedly told his father about his progress in practice.

Upon hearing this, a relieved smile spread across Father's face, a smile as bright and warm as a flower blooming in spring.

He gently stroked Congcong's head and said earnestly:

"My child, you are truly outstanding! I have seen and appreciated your efforts and progress. Remember, no matter what you do, you must maintain a serious and diligent attitude. Only in this way can you reap the rewards of success."

Congcong nodded solemnly, deeply engraving his father's words in his heart. He understood that this was not only his father's recognition of his efforts today, but also his earnest expectation and entrustment for his future. He secretly vowed to work even harder and live up to his father's expectations.

From then on, Congcong would come to the yard every day, carrying the toys his father had made, his heart brimming with joy. He would concentrate intently on his practice, striving to perfect every movement. Sweat would stream down his forehead, but he would remain oblivious, simply continuing to challenge himself.

The other children gathered around, watching Congcong's rapid progress with admiration in their eyes. They cast envious glances at Congcong and occasionally exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow, Congcong is so amazing!"

"His skills are improving so fast!"

"I wish I could be like him!"

Congcong noticed the gazes of his friends, and a confident smile appeared on his face. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, full of vitality and energy.

When his friends asked him for advice, Congcong generously shared his experience and skills.

"Actually, as long as you practice more, you can definitely do it too," Congcong encouraged his friends.

While playing, Congcong laughed and ran around with his friends. Their laughter, as clear as silver bells, echoed in every corner of the yard.

They chased and played in the yard, as if all their worries had disappeared.

Congcong's heart was filled with joy and satisfaction. This joy came not only from the toys themselves, but also from the wonderful time he spent with his friends.

In this process, he learned to share, to unite, and also gained precious friendships.

Time flies like an arrow. Congcong is growing up and embarking on a new journey in life.

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However, he still vividly remembers the three toys his father made for him and the happy times of his childhood, as if they happened yesterday.