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2014,又是一个夏天。对于生活在象牙塔里的我们而言,这是一个属于分班和离别的季节。对于街上或酒吧里的球迷来说,又是一季属于足球的盛宴。而我,身在曹营心在汉,苦于欲看球而不得,只是依稀听见太平洋那端南美洲人如火如荼的呐喊。2014年的我,是在平抛运动元素周期中挣扎的理科生,空怀一心好好学习之志。只是偶尔感叹:时间过得真快,世界杯战火燃到巴西了。两年前,我是一个穿面口袋似的校服、在操场上横平竖直地跳广播操的中学生;四年前,我是一个戴着红领巾、不知天高地厚
2014, another summer. For us living in the ivory tower, this is a season that belongs to the division and separation. For the fans in the street or in the bar, it is a feast of football in a season. And I, Cao Cao heart in Han, suffering from want to watch the ball and not only faintly heard Pacific pacific South American cry in full swing. In 2014, I was a science student struggling to flatten the elements of the movement and took the liberty to study hard. Only occasionally lamented: time flies, the World Cup war burned Brazil. Two years ago, I was a school-based school uniform wearing a pocket-sized school uniform, playing on the playground. The four years ago, I was wearing a red scarf, I do not know the height of thick