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2006年的夏天,一段让人充满幻想与期盼的岁月,激情过后残余的只有一片无尽的落寞与哀伤。再一次地铩羽而归,带着悲痛与无奈,孤独地品味哀伤。你无法接受一生中量虔诚的理想就此幻灭,历史记住了你那双噙满泪水的蓝眸,它让整个夏天冰天雪地,也让蓝色的忧郁在这片雪地光芒万丈。泪水,唤醒了人们内心最柔软的情感,它润泽了我们的理想,酸涩在心底泛滥,压抑不住地形成了一股潜流渗出。于是,这个夏天被一片泪水浸透,哀伤叩开了记忆的门扉。从你第一次为国家队披上战袍起,十年来虽然遭遇了许多曲折坎坷,但至少你还在追梦的路上探寻。而这次刽子手将这段旅程残忍地终结,你的理想便如同一轮残月被永久地挂在了遥远的天际。
The summer of 2006, a period of people full of fantasy and hope, the remnants of passion after the only one endless loneliness and sadness. Once again feather and return, with grief and helplessness, lonely taste sad. You can not accept the amount of devout ideals in life, this disillusionment, the history of your pair of tears full of blue eyes, it allows the entire summer ice and snow, but also let the blue melancholy in the snow radiant. Tears, wake up the most soft feelings of people, it moisturizes our ideals, sour in the heart of flooding, could not suppress the formation of an infiltration of potential. So, this summer was a tear soaked, sad opened the door of memory. Since you first put on the shirt for the national team, ten years have encountered many twists and turns, but at least you are still on the road to search for dreams. And this time the executioner cruelly ends this journey, your ideal will be the same as the moon is permanently linked to the distant horizon.