? Wang Guozhen once said, "Since the goal is the horizon, only the back is left for the world. I don't care whether the front is flat or muddy. As long as I love life, everything is expected. " We can't measure the distance, nor can we measure the length of life, let alone assert it. Once you set foot on the journey, you will never look back, don't think about whether you can succeed, don't look at how hard it was yesterday, and only care about the hardships and difficulties. In order to cross the dazzling moment of the finish line, you will never look back.
To all athletes
? "There is still a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will practise fraud for it." There is a fierce battle waiting for you in the autumn sun in October. The scorching sun, the roaring autumn wind, shouts and cheers mixed with dusty footsteps, you can only move forward bravely. There are Mayflowers you want at the end, and there are scenes you chase. Come on, athletes.
To athletes
"I see the mountains are mountains, the sea is the sea, and the flowers are blooming in the cracks of the stones. I can only say, oh, the flowers are blooming. "Unexpectedly, only the back of your field, green hills are not as good as you, the sea is not as good as you, and flowers are not as good as you. Even the crying clouds in autumn in the south are smiling. Autumn wind writes poems for you, and autumn leaves write songs for you, all saying that "autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times", but you are a teenager who braves the wind and waves, not in spring, but in spring.
To athletes
? Today's battlefield, today's dream, take courage as the boat, passion as the sail, ride the wind, chase the sun, and go to poetry and the distance. On the sports field, crying is broken in the ear and I look forward to staying in my eyes. The victory or defeat in the sports field is uncertain, and champions come and go frequently. Your eyes are firm, fearless and full of blood, paying tribute to the boiling sun. Ideals are like flowers under your feet, which bloom in autumn.
To athletes
? In the sea of books, I once pointed out the country, reprimanded Fang Qiu, and gave full play to the scholar's spirit. On the circular runway, like a galloping horse, like an eagle spreading its wings, I scatter sunshine at will. Come on, athletes, fight hard with firm steps, witness with sweat and rain, chase with passionate speed, and write your youth picture on the long runway. Let's go
To high jumpers.
? The journey of life is very long, some people are still preparing their bags in a hurry, some people have stood on the top of the mountain with unique scenery, some people are still intoxicated in a deep sleep, and some people have heard the horn of victory. On the road of youth, there are many old dreams, bearing more poems and distant places. On the sports field, I don't talk about the long days ahead, just want to live in the present. Skillful running, gentle leap, like a swallow on the sea, fearless, a small crossbar, falling is regretless youth, rising is to live up to expectations.
To athletes
? You are standing in the autumn wind in cool thin in October.
? Ideal is longer than runway.
? You look at the victory at the finish line and dream of the distance.
? There are Dapeng in Wan Li.
? There are carp that resist ocean currents and leap over Longmen.
? Your eyes are far away, riding the wind and marching into the distance.
? The soul is still sailing, the pain will eventually leave, and the courage has arrived.
? Embrace the other side of you tossing and turning.
To athletes
? Is it spring wind, summer rain, autumn leaves and winter snow? Seeing you trained is like a breeze, like a star, like a cloud. Hidden in the footprints of October, hidden in the sweat of the wind. If all living things are vegetation, you are the only green mountain today. You reached the finish line by the wind as promised. Between sunshine and autumn leaves, you are the third kind of beauty, and laughter lights up a landscape. You are an April day on earth.
Women RS 5000 meter final
? "What is running"?
? "Breeze, scorching sun, shouting"
"Can you be more specific?"
"Runway, sports shoes, 5 kilometers"
"Why are you running?"
"? Riding the wind and waves, chasing poetry far away? "
? "Can you be more specific?"
? "The spirit of a young man deserves to be frivolous."
? "How to run"
Sweat, footprints, dust
"Can you be more specific?"
"A cavity blood? Fearless and fearless. "
"Still don't understand"
"Women don't let men and women live up to expectations."
To athletes
? Tagore said in his poem: "There is no shadow of wings in the sky, but we have flown." Life has no draft, it is always live. On the playground, as long as you start, it is worth remembering. When spring is far away, falling snowflakes will not forget the lush flowers, when the sea dries up into mountains, the accumulated stones will not forget the beating old dreams, and when you run past the finish line, this autumn will not forget the running shadow. Every flight leaves no trace. I have a running journey, and I have no regrets.