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北京，一个我心里曾经难以割舍的地方。 

那一年，我含泪看着自己支持的球队在世界杯上折戟沉沙；也就在那一年我北上就学。于是在那里，一个男孩慢慢蜕变成熟，告别了自己的青葱岁月，留下一串串的幼稚与萌动，留下一幕幕的率真与苦涩。那是一个充满了激情与矫情、冲动与迷惘的年代。旧相片上的人笑得好傻！ 
四年后，我支持的球队再一次让别人踢成了筛子，一笑。悠悠然南归，该尘封的就尘封吧。回到自己的故乡，一切都是崭新的开端。单刀直入。很程序化很标准化地走到了今天，仅此。 

Someone who looks bourgeois said a man should go to see his old dream when he is not over thirty. It would seem that he was right,because it looks like too fantastic for everyone. Every lover sees a thousand beauties in the beloved object. But old promise couldn''t have been realized, with young pretty girl aging, with pure boy not pure, everything we expected might have gone away from us forever. After all we shall not and can''t forget those matters along with our growing periods. So, when our hearts are silent in that normal days, we only swear all of us become more graceful against the old dreams, as we know they are too expensive at this moment. We are almost persuaded of our believes but our desires has been limited so far. 
Unfamous, yet happy. 

多年之后再回旧里，嗯，挺好的。 

恰当的人，不恰当的时间，唏嘘不已。 
恰当的时间，不恰当的人，沮丧不已。 

人笑得越来越美。可是现在的我依旧坚信“笑得最傻的时候是笑得最开心的时候"。饭店打烊了，终有一别。遂收声撤席，步出门厅，抬头瞧那名字“《不见不散》"。 

哎……