一个阳光明媚的下午,一群男孩子们高高兴兴地走到这片空地,把书包和帽子一丢,堆成两堆,便成了简易的球门。激烈的球赛开始了。那位头发金黄的守门员,脸因紧张和高兴涨成了红色,虽然昨天膝盖被擦破了,但他毫不在意。只见他把双手放在膝盖上,半蹲着身子,聚精会神地盯着足球,跃跃欲试。站在他身后的小男孩,穿着红色的运动服,挺着肚子,有些不服气,昨天大哥哥的腿摔破 A sunny afternoon, a group of boys cheerfully walked into the open space, bag and hat lost, piled into two heaps, has become a simple goal. Intense game began. The golden-haired goalkeeper, whose face was tense and happy rose red, did not mind even though her knees were rubbed yesterday. I saw him put his hands on his knees, squat body, attentively staring football, eager to try. Little boy standing behind him, wearing red sportswear, straining, some unconvinced, big brother’s legs yesterday broke