新年前最后的球赛 ，作为“贺岁杯”，如期而至 。
妻和女儿，也因了新年的愉悦 ，第一次来到了场边观摩指导。兄弟们呼朋引伴，惬意轻松，在进球与被进球的快乐里 ，推推搡搡，吵吵闹闹，嚷嚷着 ，欢笑着。 。。。 。。
这样的夜晚，应该有酒，有歌 ，有故人。刚刚想着，炯炯的电话就进来了，然后是志远的、姚胖的。 。。。。 。
四个人 ，三厢“国宾 ” 。
推杯换盏，对酒当歌。哥几个一忽儿大笑姚胖水蓝嫩色的羽绒服，一忽儿悔着下午那个球怎么传得那么丢脸 ，一忽儿聊起与上司发飙的刚烈，一忽儿又静默于“我们老了，都在酒里”的叹息 。
片刻间，包房 、KTV、酒后轻盈的步履 。
一样的节目 ，一样的套路，今晚，不一样的人。。 。。。。
一夜的歌 ，唱到了零时 。
循着晨曦 ，60码的车窗外，有风清凉 。
虽是老歌，昨晚朋友唱得荡气回肠 ，我却是第一次听到。而现在听来，竟依然还会不自觉地坠入那份豁然入世的情绪中：“青春梦已老，寂寞它无处可逃 。青春梦已老 ，不愿再为情烦恼。让我忘记爱的苦，爱的甜，爱的煎熬。 。。。 。。”歌中那字里行间的洒脱与无奈 ，感觉那么尖锐，那么对立，倒也如此真实。
我们都有了自己的故事 ，有过经历的风雨，品了苦，更知道甜 。谁若没有尝过年轻的滋味，便断断然唱不得此歌。
走在新年旧岁的街口 ，我仍无“老 ”的感觉。
觉得她说得好 ，便自然地好好记住了这句话。 。。。 。。
还是巷口手捧鲜花的等候？。 。。。。 。
踯躅于当年的街口 ，我又听到了谭校长的歌。 。。。 。。
The sun in the afternoon, in the winter of the mountain city, it is always so delicious.
The last play of the new year, as a "New Year Cup", as scheduled.
Wife and daughter have also been visited by the New Year, and the first time came to the field side view guidance. The brothers call friends, relaxed, in the happiness of the goal and the goal, push, noisy, squat, laugh. . . . . .
The sunset's luck, the sweat dripping on the cheeks of the old man, it is, and the coming year is another time.
Drive and pick up, a person is still waiting quietly, but the heart is like a loss - this night, is there anything less?
The answer is obvious.
This night should have wine, there is a song, and there is a very person. Just thinking, the stunned call came in, then Zhiyuan, Yao fat. . . . . .
The old-fashioned old hot pot in the front of the front, the 18th ladder, has a good taste.
Good old oil, sauce, pepper, spicy and delicious, the very far station, you can easily smell the melodiousness of the old lane.
Four people, sedan "national guest".
The brothers of true featuring are suitable for gathering together.
Putting Cup to change, to the wine as song. A few a few a little laughing Yao fat water blue tendo down jacket, one suddenly regretted the ball how to lose so much, a sudden to talk to the boss, a sudden and silent, "We are old, The sigh in the wine.
The wine has all, and the song is not sleeping. Also, I haven't sang a song for a long time.
In the case, the room, KTV, and a light walk after drinking.The same program, the same routine, tonight, different people. . . . . .
One night song, sang to zero.
Wake up, it is already an early morning.
Walking in the streets of the new year, everything is destined to be special.
In the morning, the 60 yards of the window, there is cool.
In the window, Tan President is singing the first bone-level love song - "Youth Dream".
Although a old song, the friend sang and returned last night, but I heard the first time. Now I have listened, I still can't consciously fall into the emotion of the sudden incoming way: "Youth dreams are old, lonely it is nowhere to escape. Youth dreams are old, do not want to be annoying again. Let me forget The bitterness of love, the sweetness of love, the love of love ... "The sprinkle and helpless in the word in the song, it feels so sharp, then opposite, but also so true.
It is also in a moment, and suddenly, in fact, such a song must be written to us this age.
We all have your own story. I have experienced the wind and rain, the product is bitter, and I know sweet. If you haven't tasted your young taste, you can't sing this song.
Walking in the streets of the new year, I still have the feeling of "old".
But said "youth", naturally, has already passed away.
I remember that a friend in the previous friend said: "In fact, every stage of life is the most beautiful."
I think she is good, naturally. Remember this sentence. . . . . .
One person walks in the market, looking at the bustling people in the bustling crowd and the young figure of the emergency tour, a day suitable for love, they are all Who will rush?
A New Year Special Gift? A kiss under a warm sun in the afternoon?
Is it waiting for flowers in the alley? . . . . . .
Everything is probably "youth".
Moreover, this new year before, "Old" will be, what kind of person will be, what kind of emotions can be re-awakened to each other How long does it take?
The street of the year, I heard the song of Tan President. . . . . .
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