This is a poem.
There is a poetic rhythm and poetic feelings.
This is a song.
The omnipotent scenery on the court,
You are sweating like a pig under the storm.
Someone in the stands shouted loudly,
The cry was full of expectation,
Looking forward to success, looking forward to victory!
Athletes, work hard!
Life is invincible.
Fight it, ride the wind and waves,
Beat it!
The scenery of the stadium is unpredictable.
Keep your mind and make persistent efforts.
Never give up!
I don't know who it is.
I don't know who it is.
Fly across the runway like lightning
Rush to the finish line;
I don't know who it is.
Draw a beautiful parabola
Fall far away;
I don't know who it is.
Jump high from the ground
Fly over the beam,
I don't know who it is.
Try to sow the seeds of hope.
Fly to the distance;
Whoever it is.
All show the elegance of our contemporary middle school students.
The promise of youth
Gaze at the blue sky
Give youth a promise.
Let your dreams soar.
Let youth bear fruitful results.
Poetry era
Will is as broad as a river.
Don't count on luck.
Stick to it firmly
Come on, athletes! Waves of powerful footsteps, strong shouts, our youth dribs and drabs sprinkled on the sports ground. Flags are waving and drums are beating. What can't stop here is youthful vitality; Gunfire sounded, "ready to go", what could not be stopped was the fiery momentum of the athletes. Heroes give up who I am, and victory is inevitable. The oath is saturated with the athletes' high fighting spirit. Friends, cheer for athletes and sports! The stadium is full of excitement, and every molecule in the air is saturated with confidence. I want to shout: "It's nice here!