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Practice more three-pointers, and stop always looking to pass when you should be shooting. Isolation threes are what truly do damage. Where did Harden's elite isolation threes go? Is it because he's too exhausted, or is his hand injured? In any case, if it's time to rest, he should just rest and stop forcing himself. The current situation is truly baffling. Is it a mental block, a genuine unwillingness to take responsibility, or deep-seated fear? What exactly is causing the current problem? This is absolutely not a reflection of Harden's true caliber

Reporter: "Do you want to be here? Do you expect to be here?" James Harden: "Yes. 100%, definitely both. It's just not ending how we wanted to, but I think we found something." (via @NBA)

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Pay attention: Harden hasn't even started trying to take over the game yet, nor has he truly found his rhythm. The best is yet to come. As long as they deliver a classic performance, it will make for an unforgettable Eastern Conference Finals, and no matter who the winner is, they will have every reason to be proud.

@jerryferrara Keep it calm

Excellent game from Bridges! And Brunson what can you say. Just controlled the game. KAT affects the game in so many new ways. Stay focused.

From China's Hupu forum, Author: Xuegong Xiaowu： Someone asked me how today's game went. Honestly, for me, winning or losing hasn't been just about basketball for a long time. It’s a beam of light that has carried me through countless dark moments. I am a girl who has been deeply trapped in depression for a very long time, constantly wrapped in low spirits, mental exhaustion, and utter despair. The doctor would tell me over and over to "just be happier," but time and again, I couldn't find an emotional outlet. I pushed close to the edge of breaking down so many times, just wanting to give up on myself. It was Harden—and this unbroken, 17-year devotion—that pulled me back from the brink time after time, giving me the strength to grit my teeth and hold on until now. Because of Harden, I slowly started learning about birth charts, fortune-telling, divination, horoscopes, and tarot cards. I’m not superstitious, nor do I truly believe in fate; I was just so deeply anxious about his every game, every up and down. I couldn't help but check the fortunes for Harden and the Cavs. Sometimes the results were surprisingly accurate, as if I could genuinely glimpse how the game would play out; other times, they were absurdly off-base and hilarious. But I never cared about the accuracy. It was just for fun, a tiny shred of anticipation to look forward to in a suffocating life. Keeping up with news about Harden and the Cavs and sharing updates became my most important way to destress. During the days when depression repeatedly tortured me, these little things—seemingly trivial to outsiders—became my lifelines against the pain, the only warm anchor I could hold onto. The agony of depression is something only those who have lived it can truly understand. It’s not just "being in a bad mood." It’s that sudden, suffocating feeling in the dead of night; it’s the total negation of your own self-worth; it’s feeling that the world is meaningless and that living has no purpose. There were several times I honestly couldn't take it anymore, filled with absolute despair, just wanting to end it all. But every single time I was on the verge of breaking down, wanting to finish everything, as long as Harden's face flashed through my mind and I reminded myself that I was still here to support him and wait for him, I forced myself to suppress those extreme thoughts. It was him who made me reluctant to leave this world time and again, pushing me to hold on for just one more day, to push through just one more mile. I have loved Harden for a full seventeen years. This connection began with an innocent, youthful crush. I’m grateful to the person who once made my heart flutter, because they accidentally introduced me to Harden. What started as just casually keeping tabs turned into a love that defined my entire youth. That childhood crush eventually faded, but my passion for Harden took deep root in my heart. I watched him go from a spirited young player to bouncing around multiple teams, enduring injuries, doubts, low points, and heartbreaks. He stumbled along the way, but he never gave up on his championship dream. Meanwhile, I grew from an innocent girl into someone trapped by depression, constantly wrestling with my illness. We seem like two strangers separated by a screen, yet in our respective lives, we have supported and saved each other. I have always quietly studied my own birth chart, which is set at 8:00 AM. I’ve always believed that my state of mind and energy shift with the flow of time, and that I have to wait until 8:00 PM to slowly recover my energy and find the courage to open social media and speak my mind. I had actually made up my mind never to post again, never to expose my vulnerability and brokenness on the internet. I wanted to quietly undergo treatment, slowly heal myself, and wait until I was fully recovered before coming back to share my thoughts with everyone. I thought I would just silently watch over Harden, fight my illness alone, and not bother anyone. But everything that happened today completely shattered my plans. This morning, I was still at the hospital. The surroundings felt heavy and suffocating, and my mood was already very low. Just then, I suddenly heard a Harden fan shouting and cheering with pure, ecstatic excitement. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat, and I instantly realized: Harden made it to the Eastern Conference Finals. In a flash, all the long-accumulated heartache, suppression, deep emotion, and pure joy rushed to my heart, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. I've always felt that my fortune never comes out of nowhere. Today, as Harden fought his way into the Eastern Conference Finals, turning the tide against all odds, my own energy and fortune felt renewed and amplified. I genuinely felt that countless fans who love Harden just as much as I do were cheering for him, and in doing so, they were invisibly boosting my spirits and giving me strength. I am no longer fighting depression all by myself. This bond, born out of our shared love for Harden, reminds me that there is still warmth in this world. I gathered my courage and opened Hupu. The moment I tapped on my notifications, I completely broke down. There were nearly five hundred messages. Scrolling through them one by one, they were filled with nothing but the most genuine care from strangers online. Some were asking if my health was improving; some expressed deep empathy for my struggles with depression; some cheered with me for Harden’s advancement; others encouraged me to get proper treatment and live life fully. While everyone cared about Harden's future journey, they also gently caught the broken pieces of me. It turns out that my obsession, my vulnerability, and my perseverance were all seen, understood, and treated with kindness. The goodwill coming through the screen felt like beams of faint light, illuminating my gray world. When I read fortunes and cast divinations for Harden, I was actually cheering myself on as well. Harden has moved from place to place, faced doubts, been underestimated, and endured injuries, yet he never gave up. I have been trapped in depression, breaking down repeatedly and tearing myself apart, yet because of him, I chose to persevere time after time. We are both gritting our teeth and moving forward through adversity—he is giving his all for his dream on the court, while I am fighting bitterly to keep afloat in life. Countless times I asked myself: should I let go of this obsession? Should I stop worrying about Harden? But every single time, the answer was resolutely firm: I can't give it up. This love has long transcended ordinary fandom. It has merged into my youth, etched itself into my bones and blood, becoming my armor against depression and my entire faith to keep living. Others might not understand why a girl would be so dedicated to a single basketball star for seventeen years, or how someone so far away could carry her through countless unbearable days and nights. But only I know that in my loneliest, most desperate moments—when I wanted to disappear completely—it was Harden who made me feel that life is worth living, and gave me the courage to keep moving forward. My doctor told me to be happier, but I used to have no idea how to find joy. It was Harden who taught me that perseverance itself is a form of strength. It was the kindness of countless stranger fans that let me feel the tenderness of the world. Today, Harden making it to the Eastern Conference Finals is his victory, but it is also my rebirth. In the days to come, my depression might not heal instantly, and I will still have moments where I lose control of my emotions or doubt myself, but I am no longer afraid. I will continue my treatment properly, slowly make peace with myself, and accept my own vulnerabilities. I will keep guarding this 17-year love, standing by Harden and the Cavs through every single game ahead. I look forward to the day Harden fulfills his championship dream, and I look forward to walking out of the shadows myself to embrace life. Thank you to the person I used to have a crush on all those years ago, for leading me to meet the light that saved me. Thank you, Harden, for your unwavering presence over these seventeen years, illuminating my broken life. Thank you to all the fans who care about me, for healing me with your warmth. And thank you for this hard-won victory, which has allowed me to find my courage again. I’ve actually met Harden twice in real life; I was so happy back then.

TEAM DUB IN G7! #LetEmKnow

From China's Hupu forum, Author: Xuegong Xiaowu： Someone asked me how today's game went. Honestly, for me, winning or losing hasn't been just about basketball for a long time. It’s a beam of light that has carried me through countless dark moments. I am a girl who has been deeply trapped in depression for a very long time, constantly wrapped in low spirits, mental exhaustion, and utter despair. The doctor would tell me over and over to "just be happier," but time and again, I couldn't find an emotional outlet. I pushed close to the edge of breaking down so many times, just wanting to give up on myself. It was Harden—and this unbroken, 17-year devotion—that pulled me back from the brink time after time, giving me the strength to grit my teeth and hold on until now. Because of Harden, I slowly started learning about birth charts, fortune-telling, divination, horoscopes, and tarot cards. I’m not superstitious, nor do I truly believe in fate; I was just so deeply anxious about his every game, every up and down. I couldn't help but check the fortunes for Harden and the Cavs. Sometimes the results were surprisingly accurate, as if I could genuinely glimpse how the game would play out; other times, they were absurdly off-base and hilarious. But I never cared about the accuracy. It was just for fun, a tiny shred of anticipation to look forward to in a suffocating life. Keeping up with news about Harden and the Cavs and sharing updates became my most important way to destress. During the days when depression repeatedly tortured me, these little things—seemingly trivial to outsiders—became my lifelines against the pain, the only warm anchor I could hold onto. The agony of depression is something only those who have lived it can truly understand. It’s not just "being in a bad mood." It’s that sudden, suffocating feeling in the dead of night; it’s the total negation of your own self-worth; it’s feeling that the world is meaningless and that living has no purpose. There were several times I honestly couldn't take it anymore, filled with absolute despair, just wanting to end it all. But every single time I was on the verge of breaking down, wanting to finish everything, as long as Harden's face flashed through my mind and I reminded myself that I was still here to support him and wait for him, I forced myself to suppress those extreme thoughts. It was him who made me reluctant to leave this world time and again, pushing me to hold on for just one more day, to push through just one more mile. I have loved Harden for a full seventeen years. This connection began with an innocent, youthful crush. I’m grateful to the person who once made my heart flutter, because they accidentally introduced me to Harden. What started as just casually keeping tabs turned into a love that defined my entire youth. That childhood crush eventually faded, but my passion for Harden took deep root in my heart. I watched him go from a spirited young player to bouncing around multiple teams, enduring injuries, doubts, low points, and heartbreaks. He stumbled along the way, but he never gave up on his championship dream. Meanwhile, I grew from an innocent girl into someone trapped by depression, constantly wrestling with my illness. We seem like two strangers separated by a screen, yet in our respective lives, we have supported and saved each other. I have always quietly studied my own birth chart, which is set at 8:00 AM. I’ve always believed that my state of mind and energy shift with the flow of time, and that I have to wait until 8:00 PM to slowly recover my energy and find the courage to open social media and speak my mind. I had actually made up my mind never to post again, never to expose my vulnerability and brokenness on the internet. I wanted to quietly undergo treatment, slowly heal myself, and wait until I was fully recovered before coming back to share my thoughts with everyone. I thought I would just silently watch over Harden, fight my illness alone, and not bother anyone. But everything that happened today completely shattered my plans. This morning, I was still at the hospital. The surroundings felt heavy and suffocating, and my mood was already very low. Just then, I suddenly heard a Harden fan shouting and cheering with pure, ecstatic excitement. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat, and I instantly realized: Harden made it to the Eastern Conference Finals. In a flash, all the long-accumulated heartache, suppression, deep emotion, and pure joy rushed to my heart, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. I've always felt that my fortune never comes out of nowhere. Today, as Harden fought his way into the Eastern Conference Finals, turning the tide against all odds, my own energy and fortune felt renewed and amplified. I genuinely felt that countless fans who love Harden just as much as I do were cheering for him, and in doing so, they were invisibly boosting my spirits and giving me strength. I am no longer fighting depression all by myself. This bond, born out of our shared love for Harden, reminds me that there is still warmth in this world. I gathered my courage and opened Hupu. The moment I tapped on my notifications, I completely broke down. There were nearly five hundred messages. Scrolling through them one by one, they were filled with nothing but the most genuine care from strangers online. Some were asking if my health was improving; some expressed deep empathy for my struggles with depression; some cheered with me for Harden’s advancement; others encouraged me to get proper treatment and live life fully. While everyone cared about Harden's future journey, they also gently caught the broken pieces of me. It turns out that my obsession, my vulnerability, and my perseverance were all seen, understood, and treated with kindness. The goodwill coming through the screen felt like beams of faint light, illuminating my gray world. When I read fortunes and cast divinations for Harden, I was actually cheering myself on as well. Harden has moved from place to place, faced doubts, been underestimated, and endured injuries, yet he never gave up. I have been trapped in depression, breaking down repeatedly and tearing myself apart, yet because of him, I chose to persevere time after time. We are both gritting our teeth and moving forward through adversity—he is giving his all for his dream on the court, while I am fighting bitterly to keep afloat in life. Countless times I asked myself: should I let go of this obsession? Should I stop worrying about Harden? But every single time, the answer was resolutely firm: I can't give it up. This love has long transcended ordinary fandom. It has merged into my youth, etched itself into my bones and blood, becoming my armor against depression and my entire faith to keep living. Others might not understand why a girl would be so dedicated to a single basketball star for seventeen years, or how someone so far away could carry her through countless unbearable days and nights. But only I know that in my loneliest, most desperate moments—when I wanted to disappear completely—it was Harden who made me feel that life is worth living, and gave me the courage to keep moving forward. My doctor told me to be happier, but I used to have no idea how to find joy. It was Harden who taught me that perseverance itself is a form of strength. It was the kindness of countless stranger fans that let me feel the tenderness of the world. Today, Harden making it to the Eastern Conference Finals is his victory, but it is also my rebirth. In the days to come, my depression might not heal instantly, and I will still have moments where I lose control of my emotions or doubt myself, but I am no longer afraid. I will continue my treatment properly, slowly make peace with myself, and accept my own vulnerabilities. I will keep guarding this 17-year love, standing by Harden and the Cavs through every single game ahead. I look forward to the day Harden fulfills his championship dream, and I look forward to walking out of the shadows myself to embrace life. Thank you to the person I used to have a crush on all those years ago, for leading me to meet the light that saved me. Thank you, Harden, for your unwavering presence over these seventeen years, illuminating my broken life. Thank you to all the fans who care about me, for healing me with your warmth. And thank you for this hard-won victory, which has allowed me to find my courage again. I’ve actually met Harden twice in real life; I was so happy back then.

The Cleveland Cavaliers are open to the idea of another reunion with LeBron James🚨 Imagine this lineup😤

From China's Hupu forum, Author: Xuegong Xiaowu： Someone asked me how today's game went. Honestly, for me, winning or losing hasn't been just about basketball for a long time. It’s a beam of light that has carried me through countless dark moments. I am a girl who has been deeply trapped in depression for a very long time, constantly wrapped in low spirits, mental exhaustion, and utter despair. The doctor would tell me over and over to "just be happier," but time and again, I couldn't find an emotional outlet. I pushed close to the edge of breaking down so many times, just wanting to give up on myself. It was Harden—and this unbroken, 17-year devotion—that pulled me back from the brink time after time, giving me the strength to grit my teeth and hold on until now. Because of Harden, I slowly started learning about birth charts, fortune-telling, divination, horoscopes, and tarot cards. I’m not superstitious, nor do I truly believe in fate; I was just so deeply anxious about his every game, every up and down. I couldn't help but check the fortunes for Harden and the Cavs. Sometimes the results were surprisingly accurate, as if I could genuinely glimpse how the game would play out; other times, they were absurdly off-base and hilarious. But I never cared about the accuracy. It was just for fun, a tiny shred of anticipation to look forward to in a suffocating life. Keeping up with news about Harden and the Cavs and sharing updates became my most important way to destress. During the days when depression repeatedly tortured me, these little things—seemingly trivial to outsiders—became my lifelines against the pain, the only warm anchor I could hold onto. The agony of depression is something only those who have lived it can truly understand. It’s not just "being in a bad mood." It’s that sudden, suffocating feeling in the dead of night; it’s the total negation of your own self-worth; it’s feeling that the world is meaningless and that living has no purpose. There were several times I honestly couldn't take it anymore, filled with absolute despair, just wanting to end it all. But every single time I was on the verge of breaking down, wanting to finish everything, as long as Harden's face flashed through my mind and I reminded myself that I was still here to support him and wait for him, I forced myself to suppress those extreme thoughts. It was him who made me reluctant to leave this world time and again, pushing me to hold on for just one more day, to push through just one more mile. I have loved Harden for a full seventeen years. This connection began with an innocent, youthful crush. I’m grateful to the person who once made my heart flutter, because they accidentally introduced me to Harden. What started as just casually keeping tabs turned into a love that defined my entire youth. That childhood crush eventually faded, but my passion for Harden took deep root in my heart. I watched him go from a spirited young player to bouncing around multiple teams, enduring injuries, doubts, low points, and heartbreaks. He stumbled along the way, but he never gave up on his championship dream. Meanwhile, I grew from an innocent girl into someone trapped by depression, constantly wrestling with my illness. We seem like two strangers separated by a screen, yet in our respective lives, we have supported and saved each other. I have always quietly studied my own birth chart, which is set at 8:00 AM. I’ve always believed that my state of mind and energy shift with the flow of time, and that I have to wait until 8:00 PM to slowly recover my energy and find the courage to open social media and speak my mind. I had actually made up my mind never to post again, never to expose my vulnerability and brokenness on the internet. I wanted to quietly undergo treatment, slowly heal myself, and wait until I was fully recovered before coming back to share my thoughts with everyone. I thought I would just silently watch over Harden, fight my illness alone, and not bother anyone. But everything that happened today completely shattered my plans. This morning, I was still at the hospital. The surroundings felt heavy and suffocating, and my mood was already very low. Just then, I suddenly heard a Harden fan shouting and cheering with pure, ecstatic excitement. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat, and I instantly realized: Harden made it to the Eastern Conference Finals. In a flash, all the long-accumulated heartache, suppression, deep emotion, and pure joy rushed to my heart, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. I've always felt that my fortune never comes out of nowhere. Today, as Harden fought his way into the Eastern Conference Finals, turning the tide against all odds, my own energy and fortune felt renewed and amplified. I genuinely felt that countless fans who love Harden just as much as I do were cheering for him, and in doing so, they were invisibly boosting my spirits and giving me strength. I am no longer fighting depression all by myself. This bond, born out of our shared love for Harden, reminds me that there is still warmth in this world. I gathered my courage and opened Hupu. The moment I tapped on my notifications, I completely broke down. There were nearly five hundred messages. Scrolling through them one by one, they were filled with nothing but the most genuine care from strangers online. Some were asking if my health was improving; some expressed deep empathy for my struggles with depression; some cheered with me for Harden’s advancement; others encouraged me to get proper treatment and live life fully. While everyone cared about Harden's future journey, they also gently caught the broken pieces of me. It turns out that my obsession, my vulnerability, and my perseverance were all seen, understood, and treated with kindness. The goodwill coming through the screen felt like beams of faint light, illuminating my gray world. When I read fortunes and cast divinations for Harden, I was actually cheering myself on as well. Harden has moved from place to place, faced doubts, been underestimated, and endured injuries, yet he never gave up. I have been trapped in depression, breaking down repeatedly and tearing myself apart, yet because of him, I chose to persevere time after time. We are both gritting our teeth and moving forward through adversity—he is giving his all for his dream on the court, while I am fighting bitterly to keep afloat in life. Countless times I asked myself: should I let go of this obsession? Should I stop worrying about Harden? But every single time, the answer was resolutely firm: I can't give it up. This love has long transcended ordinary fandom. It has merged into my youth, etched itself into my bones and blood, becoming my armor against depression and my entire faith to keep living. Others might not understand why a girl would be so dedicated to a single basketball star for seventeen years, or how someone so far away could carry her through countless unbearable days and nights. But only I know that in my loneliest, most desperate moments—when I wanted to disappear completely—it was Harden who made me feel that life is worth living, and gave me the courage to keep moving forward. My doctor told me to be happier, but I used to have no idea how to find joy. It was Harden who taught me that perseverance itself is a form of strength. It was the kindness of countless stranger fans that let me feel the tenderness of the world. Today, Harden making it to the Eastern Conference Finals is his victory, but it is also my rebirth. In the days to come, my depression might not heal instantly, and I will still have moments where I lose control of my emotions or doubt myself, but I am no longer afraid. I will continue my treatment properly, slowly make peace with myself, and accept my own vulnerabilities. I will keep guarding this 17-year love, standing by Harden and the Cavs through every single game ahead. I look forward to the day Harden fulfills his championship dream, and I look forward to walking out of the shadows myself to embrace life. Thank you to the person I used to have a crush on all those years ago, for leading me to meet the light that saved me. Thank you, Harden, for your unwavering presence over these seventeen years, illuminating my broken life. Thank you to all the fans who care about me, for healing me with your warmth. And thank you for this hard-won victory, which has allowed me to find my courage again. I’ve actually met Harden twice in real life; I was so happy back then.

Crickets.

From China's Hupu forum, Author: Xuegong Xiaowu： Someone asked me how today's game went. Honestly, for me, winning or losing hasn't been just about basketball for a long time. It’s a beam of light that has carried me through countless dark moments. I am a girl who has been deeply trapped in depression for a very long time, constantly wrapped in low spirits, mental exhaustion, and utter despair. The doctor would tell me over and over to "just be happier," but time and again, I couldn't find an emotional outlet. I pushed close to the edge of breaking down so many times, just wanting to give up on myself. It was Harden—and this unbroken, 17-year devotion—that pulled me back from the brink time after time, giving me the strength to grit my teeth and hold on until now. Because of Harden, I slowly started learning about birth charts, fortune-telling, divination, horoscopes, and tarot cards. I’m not superstitious, nor do I truly believe in fate; I was just so deeply anxious about his every game, every up and down. I couldn't help but check the fortunes for Harden and the Cavs. Sometimes the results were surprisingly accurate, as if I could genuinely glimpse how the game would play out; other times, they were absurdly off-base and hilarious. But I never cared about the accuracy. It was just for fun, a tiny shred of anticipation to look forward to in a suffocating life. Keeping up with news about Harden and the Cavs and sharing updates became my most important way to destress. During the days when depression repeatedly tortured me, these little things—seemingly trivial to outsiders—became my lifelines against the pain, the only warm anchor I could hold onto. The agony of depression is something only those who have lived it can truly understand. It’s not just "being in a bad mood." It’s that sudden, suffocating feeling in the dead of night; it’s the total negation of your own self-worth; it’s feeling that the world is meaningless and that living has no purpose. There were several times I honestly couldn't take it anymore, filled with absolute despair, just wanting to end it all. But every single time I was on the verge of breaking down, wanting to finish everything, as long as Harden's face flashed through my mind and I reminded myself that I was still here to support him and wait for him, I forced myself to suppress those extreme thoughts. It was him who made me reluctant to leave this world time and again, pushing me to hold on for just one more day, to push through just one more mile. I have loved Harden for a full seventeen years. This connection began with an innocent, youthful crush. I’m grateful to the person who once made my heart flutter, because they accidentally introduced me to Harden. What started as just casually keeping tabs turned into a love that defined my entire youth. That childhood crush eventually faded, but my passion for Harden took deep root in my heart. I watched him go from a spirited young player to bouncing around multiple teams, enduring injuries, doubts, low points, and heartbreaks. He stumbled along the way, but he never gave up on his championship dream. Meanwhile, I grew from an innocent girl into someone trapped by depression, constantly wrestling with my illness. We seem like two strangers separated by a screen, yet in our respective lives, we have supported and saved each other. I have always quietly studied my own birth chart, which is set at 8:00 AM. I’ve always believed that my state of mind and energy shift with the flow of time, and that I have to wait until 8:00 PM to slowly recover my energy and find the courage to open social media and speak my mind. I had actually made up my mind never to post again, never to expose my vulnerability and brokenness on the internet. I wanted to quietly undergo treatment, slowly heal myself, and wait until I was fully recovered before coming back to share my thoughts with everyone. I thought I would just silently watch over Harden, fight my illness alone, and not bother anyone. But everything that happened today completely shattered my plans. This morning, I was still at the hospital. The surroundings felt heavy and suffocating, and my mood was already very low. Just then, I suddenly heard a Harden fan shouting and cheering with pure, ecstatic excitement. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat, and I instantly realized: Harden made it to the Eastern Conference Finals. In a flash, all the long-accumulated heartache, suppression, deep emotion, and pure joy rushed to my heart, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. I've always felt that my fortune never comes out of nowhere. Today, as Harden fought his way into the Eastern Conference Finals, turning the tide against all odds, my own energy and fortune felt renewed and amplified. I genuinely felt that countless fans who love Harden just as much as I do were cheering for him, and in doing so, they were invisibly boosting my spirits and giving me strength. I am no longer fighting depression all by myself. This bond, born out of our shared love for Harden, reminds me that there is still warmth in this world. I gathered my courage and opened Hupu. The moment I tapped on my notifications, I completely broke down. There were nearly five hundred messages. Scrolling through them one by one, they were filled with nothing but the most genuine care from strangers online. Some were asking if my health was improving; some expressed deep empathy for my struggles with depression; some cheered with me for Harden’s advancement; others encouraged me to get proper treatment and live life fully. While everyone cared about Harden's future journey, they also gently caught the broken pieces of me. It turns out that my obsession, my vulnerability, and my perseverance were all seen, understood, and treated with kindness. The goodwill coming through the screen felt like beams of faint light, illuminating my gray world. When I read fortunes and cast divinations for Harden, I was actually cheering myself on as well. Harden has moved from place to place, faced doubts, been underestimated, and endured injuries, yet he never gave up. I have been trapped in depression, breaking down repeatedly and tearing myself apart, yet because of him, I chose to persevere time after time. We are both gritting our teeth and moving forward through adversity—he is giving his all for his dream on the court, while I am fighting bitterly to keep afloat in life. Countless times I asked myself: should I let go of this obsession? Should I stop worrying about Harden? But every single time, the answer was resolutely firm: I can't give it up. This love has long transcended ordinary fandom. It has merged into my youth, etched itself into my bones and blood, becoming my armor against depression and my entire faith to keep living. Others might not understand why a girl would be so dedicated to a single basketball star for seventeen years, or how someone so far away could carry her through countless unbearable days and nights. But only I know that in my loneliest, most desperate moments—when I wanted to disappear completely—it was Harden who made me feel that life is worth living, and gave me the courage to keep moving forward. My doctor told me to be happier, but I used to have no idea how to find joy. It was Harden who taught me that perseverance itself is a form of strength. It was the kindness of countless stranger fans that let me feel the tenderness of the world. Today, Harden making it to the Eastern Conference Finals is his victory, but it is also my rebirth. In the days to come, my depression might not heal instantly, and I will still have moments where I lose control of my emotions or doubt myself, but I am no longer afraid. I will continue my treatment properly, slowly make peace with myself, and accept my own vulnerabilities. I will keep guarding this 17-year love, standing by Harden and the Cavs through every single game ahead. I look forward to the day Harden fulfills his championship dream, and I look forward to walking out of the shadows myself to embrace life. Thank you to the person I used to have a crush on all those years ago, for leading me to meet the light that saved me. Thank you, Harden, for your unwavering presence over these seventeen years, illuminating my broken life. Thank you to all the fans who care about me, for healing me with your warmth. And thank you for this hard-won victory, which has allowed me to find my courage again. I’ve actually met Harden twice in real life; I was so happy back then.

Don’t matter if it’s the tunnel or Met Gala. The guys gonna put it on regardless

AI 写项目有个痛点，就是前端太容易、后端太难。说句话出一个页面，但一碰到建数据库、配用户登录、搞文件存储、管权限，普通人直接卡住。 InsForge 就是填这个坑的。YC S26 孵化，专门给 AI 编程智能体做后端的平台，Apache 2.0 开源，GitHub 9.7k star。 怎么接入？两种方式：1) MCP 服务，Claude Code、Cursor 这类工具直接连上就能用；2) CLI + Skills，命令行交互，不挑编辑器。 连上之后 AI 能自动搞定六件事：PostgreSQL 数据库建表迁移查、用户认证邮箱注册 OAuth 登录权限管理、S3 文件存储、Edge Functions Deno 边缘节点跑代码、AI 网关一个接口调多个大模型、一键部署写完直接上线。 上手简单。Docker Compose 一行命令本地跑起来，或者一键部署到 Railway / Zeabur / Sealos。 以前 AI 只能帮你写前端代码，接上 InsForge 它就是能独立交付的全栈工程师了。 github.com/InsForge/InsFo…

炸裂了！Claude Code 已通过 MCP 协议原生接入 Financial Datasets 金融数据库，可以直接帮你分析股票！ 60 秒配置，一键连接 全球 17,000+ 只股票、30+ 年完整财务底稿。 实时股价、SEC 原档、财务报表、公司新闻、加密货币数据，全部随叫随到！ 下面视频是我输入【帮我分析英伟达这三年的财务数据】，Claude 瞬间输出五大投研板块： • 盈利能力穿透 • 核心利润率分析 • 资产负债扫描 • 现金流底稿 • 多维估值建模 从源头打破信息差～ 拒绝 AI 幻觉，让你的投研决策直接起飞吧～

谷歌悄悄发了个工具，专治看不懂的开源项目。 CodeWiki，丢一个 GitHub 仓库链接进去，AI 直接把整个代码库翻译成一份可交互的文档。 它不是简单总结一下代码，而是： - 自动生成架构图和依赖关系图 - 逐个模块讲清楚是怎么跑起来的 - 配套生成保姆级的使用教程 - 还内置了一个懂整个代码库的聊天机器人，可随时追问 链接：codewiki.google 以前接手一个陌生开源项目，光看懂目录结构就得花上大半天，现在直接丢进去几分钟就能上手。

这只猫已经开始接广告代言了🥹🥹😅 这只被收养流浪猫🐈名叫“方师傅”，因为“接水”而火爆网络，资深的饮水机管理员，几乎是盲接水，标准无比。

@ratshelprats 手法粗暴，制作相对简单，口味偏奶甜，类似麦当劳

“小孩菜”这个词到底是哪个天才发明的，炒菜这种东西不都是好不好吃和爱不爱吃么，最近为什么莫名其妙的把菜系降智贴上“小孩儿”标签。 倒不是反对标签和玩梗，“巨婴宝宝化”的流行风潮我记得以前还只是用来调侃个体自身，最近刷美食视频居然也能看到很多类似的了，只是单纯的不得劲儿和感到奇怪。

✅ 保存这个AI列表，它会非常有用。 1. Claude（解决任何问题） 2. Perplexity（研究任何事物） 3. Klingai（创建 AI 视频） 4. Tripo AI（创建 3D 模型） 5. Mureka AI（作曲） 6. Gemini（完美写作） 7. Capcut（编辑视频） 8. Youlearn（总结 YouTube 视频） 9. Canva（设计图形） 10. ElevenLabs（克隆语音） 11. Podcastle（编辑播客） 12. 保存这个AI列表，它会非常有用

有点炸裂，刚刚有人开源了一款神器，能把真实世界变成可探索的《我的世界》游戏地图！ 它直接从 OpenStreetMap 抓取数据，将你的街道、社区甚至整座城市一砖一瓦精准还原。 完全开源，卧槽这也太强了吧！

@kkkk3933 @芊芊龍

迷恋你的特别 尽管我们都很普通❤️ #马来西亚女孩

所有人都在说“AI能生成视频了”。 但没人告诉你：生成完了改不了,一切都白搭。 我测过市面上很多AI视频工具: Sora2：细节处理好，但生成完你就只能接受 Runway：速度挺快，但改一次就得重新生成 问题的本质是：这些工具都是“一锤子买卖”。 你写提示词 → 它生成 → 不满意 → 重新写 → 再生成 → 还是不满意 → 放弃。 Medeo 的产品逻辑不同。 它的核心不是"生成"，而是"对话"。你可以持续和它聊，持续改，就像和真人导演沟通一样： "这段的人物表情太僵硬了"、"配音语速慢一点"、"整体色调调亮一点" 这才是AI视频该有的形态：不是生成完就结束，而是生成完才开始。 昨天，我想做一个猫和老鼠的动画故事，主题是"冤家变恋人"。 我随便说了个想法："帮我做一个汤姆和杰瑞风格的动画，讲他们从冤家变成恋人的故事" Medeo 自动： - 写了完整剧本 - 设计了分镜 - 生成了角色参考图 - 配了音乐和旁白 并且，不止是动漫，还有绘本、广告、动画、新闻等风格的视频，都可以用Medeo来完成。

万能的X，有没有什么AI工具能否把英文视频弄成中文字幕的视频？ ​ ​感谢推荐

@tyomateee2 I just saw a comment this morning. On the one hand, if you look at it romantically, this cat is genuinely compassionate and empathetic. On the other hand, viewed more cynically, is the cat actually just wiping its mouth with that strip of cloth?

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@lengyanxiaoma_ 已经关注，学数学可以找我，哈哈