Jiaoyang casts countless tender eyes and shakes the athletes’ hearts. Waves of red blood flames are rising like maple leaves stained by frost and wind. Who is on the stage with a sonorous voice? Who is on the stage? Every excited head is pulsing in my heart, and I am excited and waiting for a long time for the beautiful words on the stage. The sports meeting will begin! The muscles and bones of spring are stronger with the hard training of hot summer. The brave and heroic posture of golden autumn is impulsive to show off. The fruits of victory are heavy in the heart. The thoughts of tasting are growing like crazy. Athletes send calm smiles. The slightly parted lips hold the movement of confidence. Athletes are like arrows in the moment of a crossbow. There is a sudden sound of gunshots. The smoke has not cleared. The athletes have reached the finish line. But Liu Xiang, a sprinter, is here. The one who is faster than running is the arrow that is faster than the arrow... The stepping foot steps on The heart is boiling as it leaps through the clouds. It is as light as a swallow and as powerful as an eagle. It raises its arms joyfully and is immersed in the scenes of repeated reincarnations. Sweat flows through it, tears soak in it and shines in the sun. To the high jumper A thin pole is placed horizontally in the air. It is thin, but it is like a hurdle in your life. It is not scary, don't be afraid, as long as you are determined, as long as you have confidence, what does it mean? If you have not experienced ups and downs, there will be no joy of success. Overcome again and again, and surpass yourself again and again. Come on, try your best to jump over the obstacles that stand in front of you. Go burn your youth! After a graceful approach, the high jumper jumps, draws an arc in the air, sinks quickly, and closes his feet. Pass. What a beautiful high jump pose. Every time, it is a challenge and a transcendence. Cheers for every transcendence. To the high jumpers, you came quietly, just as you passed the pole quietly, we are quietly blessing you. Be brave and move forward! You are the most helpful. Be brave and jump over the pole towards victory. We are looking forward to your victory! To high jumpers: The earth belongs to you, the blue sky belongs to you, and at the moment you jump, our hopes also jump out. The grass admires you, the white clouds welcome you, you are as light as a swallow, flying across the blue sky, the Olympic spirit is reflected in you, jump out of your confidence, jump out of your top, jump out of your victory mountain. To long jump athletes, their arrow-like run-up, grasshopper-like take-off, and mid-air walking performance arouse waves of exclamation. The moment you land, you touch the softness of the sand. No matter what, the honor will always belong to you. Written for 100-meter athletes: One hundred meters is a windy world! 10 meters is the glimmer of light on the morning horizon! 20 meters is a faint red light! The sun jumped out of the horizon at 30 meters! The 40-meter wind is running wildly! 50 meters cheering 60 meters lack of strength 70 meters there is order 80 meters light is right in front of us 90 meters we will definitely win 100 meters we will win! To the 100-meter athlete, a brief moment shows your amazing speed, and a sonorous roar condenses all your strength into this moment. Work hard! Come on! The short time does not mean that your passion is short, but the short distance does not mean that your success is not far away. Believe in yourself and go for it! Victory is right in front of you, and loss will never happen again! Feel the budding buds of tomorrow, feel the tomorrow - the small blue flowers swaying with pure dreams. The bloody sunset feels tomorrow - the gushing red sun announces the victory of the struggle. Feel tomorrow - find a bit of comfort, gently dry your tears, and dedicate your smile. Feel tomorrow - after the ups and downs, it will be smooth. When the thorns are removed, the flowers will bloom. Feel tomorrow - you will find that success is not far away. Untitled, ancient times sprout, youthful passion surges across the earth, I seem to feel the coolness of jasper, the old spring gurgling down the mountain, I see green feathers colliding with each other, green saplings gently swaying at the bottom, my heart is pure, there is no fiber dust, and my eyes are crystal clear. Wherever the spring water flows through, lotus and rice flowers are fragrant. This is a poem with the rhythm of poetry, and the feelings of poetry. This is a poem with melody, ups and downs, and speed, which is Qingkan's poem. The songs of youth have fiery emotions, unbridled unrestrainedness, and magnificent magnanimity. They are the poetry of the times. The songs of the times are the fresh breath, vigorous ambitions, and tolerance for the world. You are the all-powerful scenery in the arena, and you are under the storm. Sweat like rain. The shouts in the stands were loud, and the shouts were full of expectations, expectations for success, and expectations for victory! Athletes, fight hard! Life is a rare fight. Fight for its good wind and waves, fight for its bright sea and sky! The scenery on the field is unpredictable, keep your mentality and keep working hard and never give up! In BBK, no one asks you whether you are doing well or not. Which is more important, reality or goal? Who can predict the success or failure? The blood will burn in the end. The world has its own justice. Paying will always be rewarded. It is better to do what you say than to do it, so do your best BBK.
At that moment, I didn’t want to be an obstacle. I didn’t want to let sweat and tears run down that face. There was nothing to think about, and there was no time to think about it. Under the thousands of layers of sunlight, there were many things decided at that moment. Don’t tell me whether the sweat in the sun-filled morning has led to success. It was decided at that moment. I don’t know who it is. I don’t know who it is. I don’t know who flies across the runway and rushes to the finish line. I don’t know who draws a beautiful parabola and falls far away. I don’t know who it is. Who leapt high from the ground and took off over the crossbar, I don’t know who struggled to throw the seeds of hope and flew into the distance; no matter who it was, they showed us? The style of contemporary middle school students, the promise of youth, staring at the blue sky, giving youth a promise, letting dreams go high Flying makes youth bear fruitful fruits. The age of poetry is like a will as broad as a river. I don’t expect to get lucky. I resolutely carry my persistence to athletes. Both cheerfulness and gloom have been written on my forehead. Yesterday and tomorrow, I will not give up my persistence. In the days of strong winds, I am rolled up. On sunny days, I am a shining glass. I am the true nature of a torrent that never changes. Both success and failure are engraved into life. Spring shoes and autumn traces can be regarded as scenery. In the green season, I am a brilliant flower. In the golden season, I am facing the wind. What remains unchanged is the vigorous teacher of life, come on! --Dedicated to the teacher participating in the competition who stepped down from the podium, put down his pointer, and was wearing sportswear. I was a little unaccustomed to it. I was used to seeing the teacher's integrity and the teacher's majesty. I saw the boiling sports field. The teacher's bright smile may not be strong, and your back may be slightly bent, but your charm has not diminished at all. Teacher, come on! Please show off your firepower! To the referees, the rules are selfless swords, you are a fair judge, your feet are on the hot soil, your head is covered with blue sky and windy sand, the scorching sun is cracking your mouth, and your lips are dry. Applause---To the referees of the conference, the same scorching sun, the same exposure, no warm cheers, no excited cheers. You use precise instruments and meticulous patience to record the glory of athletes. I'm proud of you, thank you for your hard work, dear teacher! To the referees A good start is half the battle, but you, the referees and teachers, are the key to us reaching the finish line. Your fairness is the feet we use to walk; your patience is the steps we take; your seriousness is the road we have traveled. The balance of justice shows your integrity and selfless character. Please let me say it again: Teacher referee, thank you for your hard work! Sports Games Poetry Jiaoyang throws down countless tender eyes and shakes the hearts of athletes. Waves of red blood flames are rising like maple leaves stained by frost and wind. Who is making a sonorous voice on the stage and who is pounding in the heart off the stage. Every excited head moved and excited hearts were waiting for a long time in excitement, waiting for the beautiful words on the stage to start the sports meeting! The muscles and bones in spring become stronger with the hard training in the hot summer. The brave and heroic posture of golden autumn is impulsive to show off. The fruits of victory are heavy in the heart. The thoughts of tasting are growing rapidly. The athletes send calm smiles. The slightly parted lips hold the confidence movement. Athletes are like arrows in the moment of a crossbow. There is a sudden sound of gunshots. The smoke has not cleared. The athletes have reached the finish line. But Liu Xiang, a sprinter, is here. The arrow is faster than running. The arrow is faster than the arrow. Your flash is yours. You are only there. There was a flash of cheer in my eyes, and my mouth was only half open. Liu Xiang is a good sprinter. On the road of life, there is the comfort of the breeze and the brutality of the strong wind. The circular track of life goes round and round, and it is not the flow of sweat. It is the moist traces of light after the gentle breeze kisses. It is not you who are exhausted and out of breath. It is the tension of the strong wind's first embrace in life. A love run from the starting point to the end. From the end point to the starting point. In the cycle of reincarnation, entering the wonderful and sweet palace. The heavy rusty discus falls. The jade plate that has entered the world is gently held in the palm of my hand. I caress it slowly with my thick hands. I want you to hang in the sky for me and spread the light of my success. I wave my strong hands and raise my palms vigorously. This sail is in the bright sky for you. Watch the spinning magical flying saucer appear! The discus falls into my dream. Five thousand meters. Five thousand meters. Where is the ending point? My sore and weak legs are filled with heavy lead. Every step I take, I sigh in my heart. The dry atrium cracks into powdery sand. Every cup of water evaporates, and countless vapors disperse from my body. The trickle of flowing water, the clothes condensed into soft blades, scraped against the living spring. Five thousand meters. Five thousand meters, where is victory? You are an invincible boat. Row your legs bravely on the river of sweat. The success of the two oars is on the other side. Success on the other side is calling. I can't write poetry, I can't sing, but I have a fiery heart that melts into the July sun. I cheer for you with my heart, shout for you with my heart, and every energy is injected into your strong body to add to your aura of success. My Xingdou's Fluorescent Sun watched the performance at the end of the show, my face was filled with drunkenness, and I fell in the cloud curtain on the west side of the Western Mountains. A feast of celebration was planned for us. The colorful clouds danced in joy, and the flying birds competed to sing and carried them to the unknown distance. The certificates in your hands are covered with golden and transparent smiling faces. Among them are me, you, and the collective strength. I see the coolness of late autumn. To the 100-meter athletes, you are lined up at the starting line. Your toned muscles contain explosive power and your firm eyes. You are full of confidence and the gun has fired. You have begun a journey that is not long. Your steady footprints are on the straight runway. The end point not far away will leave behind your agile backs when you sprint. Come on, the applause will ring for you. Come on, victory and flowers will end. Stepping onto the track as your sprinter is a choice. It is a kind of courage to leave the starting point. Racing on the field is a kind of victory.
My friend, use your strength and your spirit to open up. If power comes from breathing, breathing comes from life. The true meaning of life explains the eternity of power. The moment of breathing explains the value of life. There is no difficulty in breathing. The passing of power is at this moment. You can get the most beautiful explanation and stick to this beauty until the end. Even if you fail, you will feel no regrets. Keep this beauty in your heart forever. Even if you are locked up, it will never fade. All of this will be in the sky of your heart, like a rainbow. Generally leave beautiful and eternal moments, no regrets in this life. No matter the ending is good or bad, no regrets is our choice. Whenever athletes run on the 400-meter track, we will bless you and cheer for you until the last moment. Never give up easily. Your faith has become our faith. Athletes, let’s fly! The wings belong to you. To the long-distance runner. At that moment, human strength is revealed. At that moment, hard work becomes the starting point of life. At that moment, everything turns into nothingness. I only know that victory is not far away. Raise your head and look ahead, the finish line. The thread is already vaguely visible, and the hard work of countless days and nights will be realized today. Sprinkle a lot of hard sweat, continue to lift your tired steps, burst out with a roar, and continue to move forward. Regardless of success or not, you already have it. Have you ever remembered that you cheered at the finish line and shocked everyone around you? To the 3000-meter athletes. We walked through barren mountains, high canyons and low valleys. We lit bonfires along the way. The road was left behind us one stop after another. We felt tired and confused. There is still such a long road stretching into the distance, where is the starlight in the distance, where is the fairy tale tree in the distance, so work hard and fight! There are our ideals and our hopes in the distance! To long-distance runners, I know that this is a test of will. On the long track, there is a long way to persevere. I know this is a test of endurance, and every step forward is full of persistence and determination. I know you are the star of the day and I wish you all the best! Cheers to you! A choice without regrets - to long-distance runners. Looking at your increasingly heavy steps on the field, the heroic words that were once used to encourage you have become so fragile and weak now. So I chose to be silent and bless you silently from the bottom of my heart. Why do you want to climb the limit that your peers dare not challenge without any hesitation? Why do you persist despite knowing how difficult this road is? Maybe if you put your courage on the scale, the other side will hold up the entire earth, did you know? Your no regrets have carried you to elegant milestones, engraved with the notes of youth. No regrets. To athletes. On the 400-meter track, you are speeding. Facing such a long journey, your legs and feet may be numb. , you may be a little confused. But do you know that behind you, there are pairs of expectant eyes of your classmates; behind you, there are the sweat of your hard training every day. Take courage and move forward! For the collective honor, for the future of the motherland! ?To the 400-meter athletes, they are still facing the blue sky, the golden sunshine, the green grass, the red track, and you, the brave you, the strong you. The difference is that the sky is bluer, the sun is brighter, the grass is more like emerald, and the runway is more vivid. And you will definitely be more confident, and your results will be more brilliant. To long-distance runners, you may feel uneasy, but our hearts are already boiling with excitement. In the past, you left deep footprints on the long runway. I can't wipe away your sweat, and I can't pull your heavy feet. For the sake of the class, you don't care about being tired, you don't care about tears and sweat, because you have a firm belief in your heart. For the sake of the class, I can do it. To the 1,500-meter athletes, every drop of sweat floats on the green field, and along with the vigorous pace, plays a movement of hope. A variety of beliefs, placed in the blue sky, along with your deep eyes, draw beautiful arcs. How many times can one fight in life? Thousands of pairs of eyes are watching you, running out of youthful dreams for hope and victory. To the shot put athletes holding the heavy shot put tightly in their hands. Your hopes and ideals are condensed on the shot put. Gather all the strength of your body to push out your ideals and push out your hopes. The shot put shines in the air, and your ideals shine in arcs in the air?— To the shot put athletes, a graceful arc passed before my eyes. I couldn't help but think about how much hard work and sweat condensed into this wonderful arc. How much eager expectations were entrusted with this unparalleled arc. It is so natural and so perfect. There are no regrets, only a beautiful experience. I will leave you forever, leaving an arc in my heart that will cause the shot putter to throw the shot from your hand and draw a beautiful parabola in the air. The shot put passed through the air and landed on the competition field, leaving a wonderful mark. Every throw is a display of passion; every landing is the result of hard work. Beyond - for high jump athletes. Under the sunshine, the high jump competition venue is particularly brilliant. The athletes use their strong bodies to sprint to one height after another. Without trying, how would you know if you are a strong person? If you surpass yourself, you may create a new world! Come on, athletes, go create miracles and surprises! To the high jumper whose left hand cannot cover his sweat and his right hand cannot cover the sun, his eyes are full of desire.