国家举重队的训练大厅设在综合楼的一层,进得门里你看见最多的是没有光泽的金属块在上下跳动,闪着汗光的臂膀在来回晃动。这里很少有人讲话,即使说话也听不清楚,惟有重物碰击地板的哐哐声冲撞着耳膜,初来者无不为之心跳咚咚。 这里是用“量”字来说话的。重量、力量,当然中间缺少不了一个字眼:较量。只有在举重队员们离开那堆生硬的金属块之后，他们脸上的深沉冷峻才会脱去。此时，你会发现他们大都很健谈，尤其聊起自己的生活来，会变得活跃而热烈，兴起时还会哼起歌来。 National weightlifting team training hall is located in the first floor of the complex, into the gate you see the most is the non-shiny metal block beating up and down, flashing his arms shaking back and forth. Few people here to speak, even if the words can not hear clearly, only the heavy hit the floor of the eustachian whistling, the beginning of all the heartbeat pounding. Here is the word “quantity”. Weight, power, of course, the middle of the lack of a word: contest. Only after weightlifters left the pile of stiff metal blocks, the deep and stern of their faces will be taken off. At this point, you will find that most of them are talkative, especially talking about their own lives, will become active and enthusiastic, when the rise will hum.