我倚在走廊的大窗台上，望着操场，那里，许多男生趁着晚课前休息的几十分钟，踢起了他们心爱的足球，一个个在宽阔的球场上狂奔如飞。无论平时他们是怎样，我总觉得这个时候的男生最真实，他不必再故意躲闪或是隐藏心中的感受，可以呐喊，可以骂人，可以让自己的汗水淋漓地洒 I leaned against the large window sill in the corridor and looked at the playground. There, many boys took advantage of their favorite football before playing for a few minutes before class. One by one, they ran wild on the wide court. No matter what they usually do, I always feel that boys at this time are the most truthful. He no longer has to deliberately dodge or hide his feelings in the heart. He can yell and swear, and can make his own sweat dripping.