Poems about table tennis

table tennis

The final has already started,

You and I face each other across the net.

I took a deep breath and pretended to be calm to calm my choppy heart.

Your gentle jump seems to calm your chest one by one.

I send an affectionate backspin, and you return a long split that doesn't understand the customs;

I put down my body and pulled an arc, and you took the opportunity to take the lead and push hard.

You stormed my bottom line with open fire, and I fought you without hesitation.

You want to be soft with a soft stick, and I'll teach you an affair in turn.

Ding Ding, Mao Mao,

Come and go, the offensive and defensive stalemate, shouting everywhere, nervous!

Bang, bang, bang

The score is tied, the scene is ups and downs, every goal is contested, and never compromise!

Loud, loud,

Decisive moment, wits and wits, either you die or I die!

Shortness of breath seems to burst your chest, and heavy burden seems to crush my spine;

Your steps are hard and stiff, and my hands are tight and cold.

If you send one, it's neither fish nor fowl. I put it on the board, and it doesn't hurt or itch;

You stumbled at the last step, and I stumbled when I left the stage.

Calm, calm, impetuous and frivolous; Calm, quick-frozen utilitarian, illusory.

I know that if I want to win the prize, I must destroy the killing of your first three boards.

You know, if you want to win the championship, you have to contain my double-edged sword.

So you stole a peek at the direction where I was standing,

So I racked my brains to judge your tactical ideas.

You found me in the middle of the road. It looks ugly, but there is a lot to write about.

I followed the market and twisted your forehand. It seems that I have the upper hand, but I actually got into the net.

You were overjoyed, and I was alarmed at the loss.

You are proud to attack on stage, but I have no choice but to defend myself!

When the dust settles, you are happily enjoying the glory of victory.

At the end of the song, I tasted the fall of failure alone.

Years later, you and I will be forgotten by time.

History is glorious, and time will always remember the exciting table tennis!