Reference materials; On a sunny afternoon, a group of boys walked happily to this clearing, threw away their schoolbags and hats and piled them into two piles, which became a simple goal. The fierce ball game began. The blonde goalkeeper blushed with nervousness and joy. Although his knee was scraped yesterday, he didn't care. I saw him squatting with his hands on his knees, staring intently at the football, eager to try. The little boy standing behind him was wearing a red sportswear and was very depressed. His brother broke his leg yesterday. He scored a goal and won. Thought of here, he is a little smug. Passers-by were attracted by the tense ball game. I don't know whose puppy it is, but it's not interested in football. It is only interested in the small ball that its owner gives it to play with. Now I have nothing to do but snore on the grass. You see, the little boy, with his younger brother and his eyes tightly locked on the yellow team, is sitting here motionless for fear that the yellow team will lose. The little blond boy like a goalkeeper craned his neck and whispered, "Come on! Kick! Good! " Standing behind him, the little girl with a crimson bow on her head simply stood up and saw her hands rested on her hips and her brow furrowed, as if something was wrong. The little girl in a red hat bent down to look to the right. She blushed. Although she didn't go to the "battlefield", her heartbeat could be clearly heard by herself. A girl holding a doll has been smiling, but her eyes are busy. She kept staring at the ball to see which team it was on. The little boy in green may have seen this scene for the first time. His little hand is calculating the outcome, and he shakes his hand gently.