他拖着有些疲惫的身躯爬上那座小山。他知道山那边就是家了。脚步却一下子沉了,沉得一步都挪不却。 时间在不知不觉中流逝,他也在不知不觉中翻过了那座小山。说是小山,不过是一段隆起的山丘罢了。 夕阳绚烂,斑斓地撒满他的全身。他就那样静静地站着,直到有一种东西模糊了双眼。就在家门口,他亲手栽下的树上随风飘着千百张世界杯八强、四强的竞猜选票。他知道,这是他们的秘密,也是他们的约定。 He dragged some tired body climbed the hill. He knew it was the home on the other side of the mountain. However, the steps were suddenly sank, indifferent steps are not move it. Time unknowingly passed, he also unwittingly turned over the hill. Said to be a hill, but a raised hill nothing more. Sunset gorgeous, colorful sprinkled his body. He stood silently like that until something blurred his eyes. Just at the door, he planted the tree wind floating hundreds of World Cup quarterfinals, semi-finals quiz votes. He knew it was their secret and their agreement.