我盼望这场球赛可以延续,一直延续到明天早晨。冬天的夜总是来得那么急促,两个小时天色就已转暗,用两件外套搭建的球门在别人眼中是那么的可笑,但它承载着我们的梦想,只是一个再简单不过的梦想而已,这个不现实的梦想搭载着我们大学四年的青春。或许我们真的该毕业了,草皮已经泛黄,球场上熟悉的身影越来越稀疏,我安慰自己可能是入冬以后大家都不想再活动了吧。 I hope this game can be continued until tomorrow morning. The winter night always came so hurried, two hours had been dark, with two sets of jacket built in the eyes of others is so ridiculous, but it carries our dreams, but a simple dream, This unrealistic dream carries four years of youth at our university. Perhaps we really should graduate, the turf has yellowed, the more familiar figure on the field more and more sparse, I comfort myself may be winter after we do not want to re-activity it.