桃花红、柳树绿,岁月会用年轮来刻画树木所经历的风雨,新人笑、旧人哭,岁月用白发来描绘人世所经历的沧桑,然而,岁月消逝却如汩汨的流水,悄无声息地从我们的指尖滑过,岁月无痕,岁月总是在不知不觉中成为我们的记忆。岁月了无痕,风霜亦无情。岁月的更替在年轻人的脸上逐渐刻上沧桑的痕迹,曾经的金童如今的眼神里亦有苍茫的神色,1998世界杯前后,迈克尔·欧文是个多么青春阳光的孩子,但今天的他已经尝尽人间冷暖,不过,他并没有沉沦,他仍然是个令人尊敬的射手。冬天是个肃杀的季节,没有桃红柳绿,但是,他却把这样冷酷的季节当成了自己职业生涯的春天,欧文总是在冬天这样的岁月里爆发,用无痕岁月的冷风锻造自己的战神风采,实现人生的涅槃。曾经的金童在无痕的岁月里历经过许多的沧桑,在春风夏雨里失落过,人们几乎对他的前途失去了信心,但他敢于向岁月挑战,今天他仍然是与岁月抗争的胜利者,并没有向风霜投降,我们对他的未来仍然寄予厚望。 Peach blossom, willow green, years will be used to describe the ups and downs of the trees experience the wind and rain, the new laugh, the old cry, years of white hair to describe the vicissitudes experienced by the world, however, the years gone, but such as stagnant water, quiet Silent slipped from our fingertips, no trace of years, the years have always unwittingly become our memory. No trace of years, wind cream is also heartless. Years of turnover in the face of young people gradually carved traces of the vicissitudes of life, once the golden boy now has a vast look in the eyes, before and after the 1998 World Cup, Michael Owen is a young sunshine child, but today he has tasted Make everybody warm, but he did not sink, he is still a respected shooter. Winter is a chill season, no pink willow green, but he has such a cold season as the spring of his career, Owen always broke out in such years of winter, with years of cold forging their own God of War , To realize the nirvana of life. Once upon a time of innumerable years, the golden boy went through many vicissitudes, lost in the spring breeze and rain, people almost lost their faith in his future, but he dared to challenge the years, and today he is still a victorious battle against the years Who did not surrender to the weathered wind and frost, we still have high hopes for his future.