马来西亚吉隆坡,雨中,肖坚鲜血染红的绷带,就像是一团火,点燃着希望。中、马第二回合之役,肖坚顽强的精神感染了全队,感染了观众,也深为对手所折服。鲜血映衬着肖坚年轻的脸庞,为他平添了几分刚毅与成熟。戚务生在休息室里默默地拍了拍他的肩膀,肖坚似乎从中感觉到了什么,也许这种感觉就是一种责任感。 肖坚像是一个成熟的大孩子,像是一条没有被污染的清澈的小溪。他因此很招人喜爱。年初,昆明海埂冬训,肖坚突然兴奋地撞开八一队队员宿舍的门,大声地喊 Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, rain, Xiao Jian blood stained bandage, like a fire, lit hope. In the horse, the second round of the battle, Xiao Jian tenacious spirit infected the team, infected with the audience, but also deeply admire oppressed. Xiao Jian’s blood against the background of the younger face, added some fortitude and maturity for him. Qi Wusheng quietly patted his shoulder in the lounge, Xiao Jian seemed to feel something from it, perhaps this feeling is a sense of responsibility. Xiao Jian is a mature big boy, like a clear stream without pollution. He is very lovable. At the beginning of the year, Kunming sea marsh winter training, Xiao Jian suddenly exclaimed the Bayi team quarters door, shouting loudly