天津的四月艳阳高照,街上穿着春装来来往往的人群让人看着就很舒服,老瑞的肤色依旧黑黑的,有那么一点古铜色的味道,这样的肤色在阳光下闪着光。金指导仍然是一身球队的统一着装,戴着帽子胸前挂着那块熟悉的秒表。根伟的腿仍然有伤而建军的头上依然缠着纱布,一切都那么和谐那么熟悉那么平常。我站在场边看着在这块不甚平整的草坪上奔波来回的忙 Tianjin in April the sun shines, the streets dressed in spring come and go people look very comfortable, Old Rui’s skin is still dark, so a little bronze taste, such a color shining in the sun shining . Gold guide is still a uniform team dress, wearing a hat hung the familiar piece of the stopwatch. Genwei’s leg is still hurt and the army’s head is still wrapped in gauze, everything is so harmonious so familiar. I was standing on the sidelines and watching the rush back and forth on this uneven lawn