V on the desk, I watched the sun lazy afternoon to run through the glass come in, plunge the tender under an orange. I do not want to speak to distracted. Sad autumn will bring me a dream, an iterative dreams occur. The same seems to be a sad autumn afternoon, waiting for me, and so on under the withered flowers in full bloom, a decline in full bloom.
When someone promises to the effect that: \"In short, we absolutely restless!\" At the same time, I can only quietly in their own corner of the monitor. From someone else\'s story to draw the warmth of sporadic. In this way the day looked at indulging in grief in indecision. Bored to death and sometimes the face of the embarrassing moment, I will hide in one called \"soccer\" the small house, loneliness and sadness will linger in the door. Even if only in black and white, but it is wonderful fun.
Football Encounters can still remember the day and accidentally walked in front of a green house, door light, I touched the door just opened up on the fingertips. A group of handsome prince exclaimed the sound of the running, their faces and well-being of the white pocketsquare asthma. Whenever I see the same situation. I think slowly, thinking hard, and finally only one conclusion: those princes decorated with numbers, and always remain young. Of their youth has become a permanent.
People will always fall on the road in the growth of many things, such as memories. Six years of primary school bad memory, forget about you. However, careful wanted six years, ah, time to primary schools throughout the summer at noon during a blinding light is bound to cement in every corner of the playground. not the first time was when the teacher scolded? to participate in the graduation ceremony which year? Although these memory was so clear, so profound. But from the, ah, time, ah, ah come, but I to hit, they become the expression of too many uncertainties. Very careless, scattered sunlight, the wind is very light ... ...
Now, what I do in life now long Autumn own youth! After the fall, I know football. So, I then change all.
I remember the whistle of that era is like rain mixed with the sweat and powerful sound of breathing; that era and the heart is a football encounter with the ground and when the elastic tension of the sound; ambitious era; that acts times; that era into the wind to the rain; idiotic idea that time is not poor. That time, life is only football running smooth arc; that era, the victory of a man only by a group calling for blood.
So, I seem to have found that the spirit after a pitch. Bright pink sky is always blue, the sun has a orange, green of the rain, the sunset, the night Difference is that a girl in the book travel the sea that is her transformation into a dream of eternal youth called.
Perhaps I will never be able to become the number printed on the back of one, but because they were attracted to black-and-white spirit, life years in young restless. In order to hold onto a piece of the green and the orange diarrhea, to me, were no longer just brilliant.
Perhaps, this fall, I will no longer be lonely.
我伏在写字台上，看着午后的阳光慵懒地透过明亮的玻璃挤兑进来，泻下一片橘色的温柔。我愣怔怔地不想说话。秋日的忧伤，将我带入一个梦境，一个反反复复出现的梦境。而似乎有一个同样忧伤的秋日午后在等待着我，等月下的花儿盛放了凋零，凋零了盛放。
在有人信誓旦旦地宣称：“总之，我们绝对不安分！”的同时，我却只能在自己的角落默默注视。从别人的故事里汲取零星的温暖。就这样望着幽蓝幽蓝的天，沉溺在犹豫不决的忧伤里。有时候面对百无聊赖的尴尬时刻，我会躲进一个叫“足球”的小房子里，寂寞和忧伤会徘徊在门外。就算只有黑白两色，但却是缤纷奇妙。
还记得和足球邂逅的那天，无意中走到一所绿房子面前，那扇轻盈的门刚触到我的指尖就打开了。一群帅气的王子在惊呼声中奔跑，他们脸上缀着气喘又幸福的笑靥。每次看到都是同样的情形。我慢慢地想、使劲地想，最后只得出一个结论：那些王子们带号码的装饰，始终年轻不变。他们的青春化成了一种永恒。
人总会在成长的路上遗落很多东西，比方说回忆。小学六年的记忆模糊得厉害，快要忘却了吧。可是仔细想来，六年啊，时间能够跑遍小学那个每逢盛夏正午必然亮得眩目的水泥操场的每个角落。头一次没交作业被老师责骂是什么时候？哪一年红着眼睛参加毕业典礼？纵然这些记忆曾经是那么清晰、那么深刻。可是距离啊、时光啊、岁月啊，却一股脑向我袭来，它们变成了太多不明朗的表情。阳光很慵散、风很轻云很淡……
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现在，我是否该做些什么，在生命长河中刻下自己的秋色青春！之后的那个秋天，我认识了足球。于是，我的一切从此改变。
记得那个时代的哨声是掺杂着如雨的汗水和稳健有力的呼吸声的；那个时代的心跳是应和着足球与地面相碰时弹性而有张力的声音的；那个时代野心勃勃；那个时代行为乖张；那个时代风里来雨里去；那个时代馊主意不穷。那个时代，生命只为足球的平滑弧线运转；那个时代，胜利只被一群热血男儿呼唤。
于是，我似乎找到了那一片绿茵场后的精神。天空总是粉亮的蓝，有着橙黄的太阳、青绿的大雨、绛紫的晚霞、浓黑的夜幕。不同的是，一个女孩在书海中遨游，那是她的梦想蜕变成一个叫做青春的永恒。
也许我永远无法成为那背上印有号码的一员，但因为被黑白的精灵深深吸引，生命在年轻的岁月里焦躁不安。那一片为了守住绿色而泻下的橘黄，带给我的，已不再只是灿烂。
或许，这个秋天，我将不再寂寞。