在灯火通明的运动员休息室里,邢芬披着条毛巾被,稳稳地坐在长椅的正中,还是那剪得短短的男孩子一样的发式,还是那张年轻秀丽却又显得沉着顽强的脸,不同的是,那平时就习惯性紧抿着的嘴唇,此刻,锁得更深更紧了。从场上传来的运动员和观众叫喊的声浪,穿过通道,越过站在她旁边不停地说着什么的教练,猛烈地撞击着她的耳鼓,她极力抵御着,可是没有用,那随着成功和失败结伴而来的欢呼与叹息总是冲垮她的防线,最终钻进她那一片空白的大脑,她心里不觉有些烦乱,望 In the brightly-lit athlete’s lounge, Xing Fen was draped in a towel, steadily sitting in the middle of a bench, the hairstyle cut short as a boy, or the young, yet sedate, stubborn The difference is that usually the habit of tight lips, at the moment, locked deeper and tighter. The screams of athletes and spectators from the pitch came across the passage, past the trainer standing next to her and stormed her ear drums violently, but it did not help, and with that The cheering and sighing of success and failure always crushed her defenses and finally got into her blank brain, feeling a little upset and hopeless