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盛夏的夜晚,月色溶溶,清风徐徐。淡淡的灯光下,翻着那本镀着沧桑的小贝写真,戴着耳机,听一曲 JEFF 的《信仰》,这是我爱听的歌,爱做的事。在这样一个时刻,心灵和气质不觉都雅了起来,一种悠悠的思绪不禁涌上心头……五年前的法兰西,让我渐渐远离了橙色的格调和对巴斯滕执迷的愁怀。在那个夏天,贝克汉姆的红牌和英格兰的黯然出局让我意外地发现他们身上附着一种悲剧情结。在小贝的眼中闪现着一种只有巴乔才有的忧郁眼神,这种目光
Midsummer night, dissolving in the moonlight, the breeze slowly. Faint light, over the vicissitudes that Beckham portraits, wearing headphones, listening to a JEFF’s “faith”, this is the song I love to hear, love to do. At such a moment, the mind and temperament are not feeling elegant, a long thought can not help but my heart ... ... France five years ago, let me gradually away from the orange style and stubborn on Basten. That summer, David Beckham’s red card and England’s sad draw made me surprised to find a tragedy attached to them. Beckham’s eyes flash in the eyes of only a kind of depression only Baggio, this look