骄阳似火的七月,一个双休日的下午,中共江西省委大院显得十分清静。可是坐落在东北方位的门球场上,实践性的训练正酣。球场内不时地传出清脆的“哆!”“啪!”击球和闪球声以及裁判员响亮的呼号、裁定口令。球场周边的大树枝上,那些不知疲倦的知了在一个劲地鸣叫着,似是在为门球场上那些银发球员们进行悠扬的伴奏。这时,就在这时,一个似乎陌生却又有几分耳熟的声音传进了门球场: The hottest July, a weekend afternoon, the CPC Jiangxi Provincial Committee compound is very quiet. However, located in the northeast of the goal court, practical training in full swing. From time to time on the pitch came crisp “duo!” “Pa!” Batting and blinking ball and referee loud call sign, verdict password. The boughs around the pitch, those who tirelessly know the tweeting, seems to be melodious accompaniment of those silver-haired players on the pitch. At this moment, a seemingly unfamiliar but somewhat familiar voice came into the gatehouse: