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I 有时候我也想成为一位球星,到场上去拼命地跑,拼命地射门,或者拼命地去踢对手。我知道自己的愿望无法成为现实,可每次夜幕降临的时候,拉开桔黄色灯光,一闭上眼睛就忍不住唤醒起沉睡的灵魂,我看着数万名观众在欢呼呐喊,他们和我一样都忘情地陶醉在其中。每到重大赛事,夜晚爬起床来看现场直播,我觉得精神上疲倦而且兴奋。尽管无法把梦想变成现实,但我也能从看球的乐趣中寻找到安慰。 你还记得2000年那个夏天吗?我的记忆非常深刻。实际上从1992年至今的三届欧锦赛,都给我生命中留下了不可磨灭的印记:为丹麦童话沉醉、也为南斯拉夫的缺席所遗憾;为德国的铁血精神激动不已、也为捷克人的青春所迷恋;为荷兰的失误感到可笑,也为法国的强大兵团所震慑。
Sometimes I also want to be a star, the field went hard to run, desperately shooting, or desperately to kick the opponent. I know my wish can not be realized. Every time the night falls, I start orange lighting and close my eyes, I can not help awakening the sleeping soul. I watch tens of thousands of spectators cheering and crying I am intoxicated in the same way. Every major event, get up at night to watch the live broadcast, I feel mentally tired and excited. Although I can not make my dream a reality, I can find comfort from the pleasure of watching. Do you remember the summer of 2000? My memory is very deep. In fact, from 1992 to the present three European Championships, have left an indelible mark on my life: indulge in the Danish fairy tale, but also for the absence of Yugoslavia regret; for the spirit of the German jagged excitement, but also for the Czech Republic Man’s infatuation with youth; ridiculous for the Dutch mistakes, but also for the fierce Corps of France.