There are two arcs in the red corridor.
In the green fields, there is your brilliance,
Draw the trajectory of life with two circles,
Won countless heartfelt surprises.
Take a different melody of life,
Play an extraordinary song!
Your performance field, let you wander freely!
Your take-off field, spread your wings!
Praise the 800-meter athletes
The runway is your battlefield,
Former classmates are your comrades-in-arms today,
There is only one victory, and you will get it if you work hard.
Don't let your guard down, you are surrounded by experts.
Don't be too nervous, you know you are the best.
In this young battlefield,
Let your sweat cast brilliant,
Let the cheers of comrades greet the victory!
You are greeted by the 800-meter runway.
What awaits you is a long journey.
Go ahead bravely, warriors.
Don't be afraid of the strength of your opponent.
Your opponent is only yourself.
Go for it bravely.
800 meters is nothing.
Your sweat will be rewarded.
Tears of victory will flow down your cheeks.
For the 800-meter athlete.
Not for the flowers,
Not for a moment's glory,
Only by persistent faith,
Facing the long runway,
Come on, athletes, persistence is victory!
When the footsteps step down,
You have embarked on a challenging road.
At the moment when sweat spilled,
Victory is right in front of you,
800 meters, 800 meters,
A contest of endurance, a contest of courage,
Hold on! Hold on! ! Come on! Come on! !
Win or lose,
You are all equally outstanding.
Praise the 800-meter athlete:
Two arc lengths, draw the trajectory of life. Two melodies sing the surprise of fate. You create miracles with speed and endurance, you express victory with steadiness and passion, and you sing extraordinary hymns with youth and smile.
For the 800-meter athlete.
When the preparatory password rings, your hands are on the ground, your center of gravity moves forward, and your body is burning with endless vitality.
At the same time, a wild goose flew over and went straight to the sky. You have the same attitude, the same freedom, the same
Strong wings, powerful wings, 1 1 month for the ultimate flight of 800 meters on the runway.
Fly. . . Your faith is like a bell, every breath, every step of chasing, fighting the sky like a motorcycle for your dream.
Fly. . . After the rain is a gorgeous rainbow. It's so cold that I can't stop my blood boiling. Blood is the essence of passion.
Hidden, muscles are the generating force, and your blood vessels reflect a young face, full of vows of victory.
Fly. . . Screams and applause echoed, and you didn't think much. After a lap, you get rid of all your competitors; two
Circle, you cross the finish line and collect the light of pilgrims. You let go of hope, accompanied by sweat, and reached the 800-meter victory gloriously.
Palace.
For the 800-meter athlete.
Take a deep breath, it's a difficult 800 meters waiting for you.
Believe that victory will belong to you.
But in this journey, you need to face it with a brave heart.
We are cheering for you. Did you hear our heartfelt cry?
Difficulties and victories are beckoning to you. Go, go, don't hesitate.
Go to overcome difficulties and win!
I believe you will give us a sweaty smile!
Praise the 800-meter athlete:
There are two arcs in the red corridor.
In the green fields, there is your brilliance,
Draw the trajectory of life with two circles,
Won countless heartfelt surprises.
Take a different melody of life,
Play an extraordinary song!
Your performance field, let you wander freely!
Your take-off field, spread your wings!