(一)罗斯的归宿绿茵场上划过弧线的足球,感受着绿色对它的包容。我不是个足球迷,我讨厌运动,只是偶尔感动着绿色的广博与宽容。托着下巴,看着窗外飞速闪过的风景。周围协调的喧闹,使得小睡也别有风味。睡梦中,我的灵魂似乎出窍,我看到了另一个自己,那个她……她在用感伤与忧郁编织着多愁善感的文字与归宿。 (1) Rose’s football on the goal-placed green field is green, and it feels green in its tolerance. I am not a football fan. I hate sports. It is only occasionally touched by the greenness and tolerance. Holding the chin, watching the scenery flashing through the window. The hustle and bustle surrounding the surroundings makes the naps taste unique. In my sleep, my soul seems to be out of control. I see another self, and she... She is weaving sentimental words and destinations with sentimental and melancholy.