At the starting line
You are lined up
The muscles of your body are full of explosive power
Confidence is in your eyes
The gun went off
You are starting your not-so-long journey
On the straight runway
There are your steady tracks
At the end of the track, the applause will leave your backs in the sprint
The applause will leave your backs in the sprint
The applause will leave you in the sprint.
Not far from the finish line
will be left in the back of your sprint
Come on
Applause will be heard for you
Come on
Victory and flowers will belong to you
To the sprinters
Step on the track
It's a choice.
Leaving the starting point,
is a kind of courage.
Riding the track,
is a kind of victory.
Friends,
with your strength,
with your spirit,
to develop
a piece of your
sports world.
To the 200M athlete
200M, a starting point of life
200M, a curve of life
200M, a sprint of life
200M, a glorious victory
200M, only a moment
but the achievement of a period of eternal victory
The 200M, only a moment
but the achievement of a period of victory
200M, only a bend
but how much sweat
Rush to your glorious victory
Cross that moment
Turn that bend
Victory beckons
The flight
To the 200-meter athlete
The playground in the summer
is so beautiful.
It's so beautiful
It's so beautiful it's almost desperate
You crouch at the starting line
Every muscle pushes up stubbornly
Like a statue
Slowly
Slowly
You raise your head
The greed in your steely gaze
Sweat-dampened My hair is finally flying
Dash, dash, dash
Be a brave eagle
To find the sun in my heart
The 100-meter run
After the amazing gun, it's as fast as a flyer
Be brave and don't back down
The wind is like a flash of lightning
The warrior is off and running
To the 100-meter runner
The sound of the gun accompanied you on your journey, and with a confident head and the belief that you will win,
you rushed and ran.
At that moment time seemed to stop for you, your courage vibrated everything,
shaking everyone's heart. The finish line. You won.
Though it was just those short ten seconds, you left an eternity in our hearts.
Instant success or failure
-To the 100-meter athlete
The red runway, carrying how much sweat, a red line, recorded how much success or failure.
A start is an instantaneous outburst, success or failure, that is, to decide which.
The moment of the moment, the lightning of the lightning, that is, the start of success.
To the 100-meter athletes
The gun sounded, you rushed forward, not for anything else, just for the class to be the first, there is no sweat in the past, how to see today's victory? Believe in yourself, encourage yourself, surpass yourself. For the glory of the sun in adding an eternity! To be is to stick to the end, not flashy. Charge! Toward that future, to the end.
To the 100-meter athletes
What I want to see most is your style,
What I want to hear most is your breath,
What I want to feel most is the wind that blows past you,
Today, you are the center of attraction;
Today, you are the proud ones;
Today, we will watch you create brilliance.
To the 100-meter athletes
On the runway, countless times standing on the snow-white starting line,
countless times lifting up your eyes to look ahead, countless times tasting the bitterness of failure,
countless times tasting the sweetness of victory. This is you? The 100-meter athlete.
Behind the glory is sweat, behind the success is hard work,
In order to this short one hundred meters,
You have countless times to start and sprint.
The world belongs to you, the 100-meter athlete.
To the 100-meter athletes
A shotgun blast class with the valiant autumn wind,
You show your own style,
In this short 100 meters,
You compete with the time,
Only for the sake of the final sprint,
You are the only one who has ever run in the 100-meter race. That final sprint.
No matter what the result is, you are all winners.
For, you have raced against time.
To the long-distance runners
The refining is the extraordinary perseverance,
The competition is the extraordinary physical strength,
The struggle is the outstanding endurance.
The long runway is a long journey,
Listen! The wind is cheering for you,
Look! The colorful flags are cheering for you,
Go for it!
To the splendor of the moment when you reach the finish line!
To middle-distance runners
If strength comes from breathing, breathing comes from life
The true meaning of life explains the eternity of strength
The moment of breathing explains the value of life
The hardness of breathing, the gradual loss of strength, can be most beautifully explained at this moment
To hold on to the beauty to the end, even if it is a failure, I feel
To keep this beauty in the heart, even if it is locked deep, it will never fade
All of this will be in the air of the heart, like a rainbow
leaving behind a beautiful and eternal moment
No regrets in this life
No regrets in the choice
No matter if it ends well or badly
No regrets is our choice
Whenever the athletes run on the 400-meter track
We bless you and cheer for you
Never give up until the last moment has become your faith
and ours
Athletes
Fly, your wings belong to you
They belong to you
Their wings belong to you
Their wings belong to them! Wings belong to you
To the long-distance runners
The power of mankind is revealed in that moment,
Struggle becomes the starting point of life in that instant,
In that moment, everything becomes nothing,
Only to know that the victory is not so far away,
Lift up your head and look in front of you,
The finish line is already visible,
Countless days of work are spent on the race. p>
Countless days and nights of hard work,
will be realized today.
Spill a handful of hard sweat,
Continue to lift the tired feet,
Explosion of a roar through the rainbow,
Continue to move forward,
No matter whether it is a success,
You have already had,
Have you ever remembered,
Cheering at the finish line,
shocked all around?
To the 3,000-meter athletes
Through the wild mountains and high valleys,
We built bonfires along the way,
One stop and one road left behind,
We were tired and confused.
There's still such a long way to go,
Where's the starlight hiding in the distance,
Where's the fairytale tree hiding in the distance,
Try hard,
Strive hard!
Far away are our ideals,
by our hopes!
To the long-distance runner
I know
It's a test of will,
The long runway,
leaving a long persistence.
I know
this is a test of endurance,
each step forward,
full of persistence and determination.
I know
You are the star of the day,
and I wish you well from the bottom of my heart
!
Cheers to you!
No regrets
-To the long-distance runners
Looking at your increasingly heavy pace on the field,
The words that were once used to encourage you,
now become so fragile and powerless.
So I chose to remain silent,
in the bottom of my heart to bless you.
For the same kind of dare not challenge the limit,
why you want to climb,
righteousness,
knowing that this road to go hard,
why you want to insist?
Perhaps you're putting your courage on the scales,
and the other side will lift the whole earth,
Do you know?
Your no regrets have carried you,
to an elegant milestone,
on which is engraved the note of youth
No regrets
To the athletes
On the 400-meter runway,
You're speeding,
Facing such a long way,
You may be your legs and feet are numb,
and you may be a little confused.
But you know,
behind you, there are a pair of students' eyes of anticipation;
behind you, it is the sweat of your day to day practice.
Build up your courage,
and go forward!
For the collective honor, for the motherland tomorrow!
To the 400-meter athlete
Faced with
still blue sky,
still golden sunshine,
still green grass,
still red track,
still you, brave you,
strong you.
The difference is that
the sky is bluer, the sun is brighter,
the grass is more emerald,
the track is more colorful,
and you will be more confident,
and your results will be more brilliant.
To the long-distance runners
Perhaps you are apprehensive,
Our hearts have long been boiling with blood.
In the past,
the long runway,
left your deep footprints.
You can't erase your sweat,
You can't pull your heavy feet.
You did it for the sake of the class,
not caring that you were tired,
not caring about the tears and sweat,
because there was a firm belief in your heart.
For the sake of the class, I can do it.
To the 1500-meter athlete
A drop of sweat,
flowing on the green field,
along with the vigorous pace,
playing the music of hope.
A variety of beliefs,
Placed in the blue sky,
along with your deep vision,
drawing a beautiful arc.
How many times in life can you fight?
A thousand pairs of eyes are watching you,
For hope, for victory,
run out the dream of youth.
To the shot putter
Holding the heavy lead ball in your hand,
The ball has gathered your hope,
your ideal,
Gathering the strength of your whole body, you push out your ideal,
Pushing out your hope,
The lead ball is shining in the air,
Ideal is glowing in the sky
The lead ball is glowing in the air,
The ball is glowing in the air,
The ball is glowing in the air,
The ball is glowing in the air. Arc?
-To the shot putter
A beautiful arc crossed the eye,
I can not help but think of the
This wonderful arc ah
Concentration of how much hard sweat,
Innovation of the arc ah, how much ardent expectations.
It is so natural, and so perfect,
No regrets, only to leave a piece of beauty experience.
I want to leave you behind forever
Let my heart imprint an arc
To the shot putter
The lead balloon was thrown from your hand,
drawing a,
beautiful parabola in the air.
The shot put passes through the air,
and lands on the field of play,
leaving a brilliant mark.
Every throw,
is a display of passion;
every landing,
is the result of hard work.
Surpassing
-To the high jumper
Under the sunshine,
the competition field of high jump is particularly brilliant,
the athletes,
with the strong body,
sprinting to the height one after another.
Without trying,
how can we know whether we are strong or not,
beyond themselves,
may create a new world!
Sportsmen, go ahead,
to create a miracle,
to create a surprise!
To the high jumper
The left hand can't cover up the sweat
The right hand can't cover up the sun
The eyes of the field
are full of desire.
The feet that step out are on clouds
The hearts that leap are seething
Light as swallows
Mighty as eagles
Joy lifts up its arms
Immerse yourself in the repeated rounds of the field
Sweat drips,
Tears soak
The light glows in the sun.
To the high jumper
A thin pole is placed in mid-air,
It's thin, yet it's like a bump in the road of your life,
Not scary, don't be afraid,
As long as you have the determination,
As long as you have the faith,
What's it worth?
There is no joy of success without experiencing the bumps in the road,
Overcoming again and again,
Overcoming yourself again and again,
Come on, try to jump over the hurdles in front of you.
Go burn your youth!
To the high jumper
After a beautifully paced run,
a leap,
the body makes an arc in the air,
quickly sinking the body and closing the feet.
Over.
That's a beautiful high jump.
Every time,
it's a challenge to go beyond.
Cheers to every transcendence.
To the high jumper
Gently you come, just as you gently over the pole,
Quietly we, is to you quietly bless.
Bravely upward! You are most helpful.
Bravely leap over the pole of victory,
We look forward to your victory!
To the high jumper
The earth belongs to you,
the blue sky belongs to you,
in the moment of your leap,
while leaping out of our hope.
The grass appreciates you,
The white clouds welcome you,
The body is as light as a swallow, leaping into the blue sky,
The Olympic spirit is embodied in you,
Jump, jump out of your self-confidence,
Jump out of your top,
Jump out of the top of the hill of your victory.
To the long jumper
Run like an arrow,
Jump like a grasshopper,
Walk in the air,
Give rise to a burst of amazement,
And the moment you landed on the ground,
You touched the softness of the sand,
No matter what,
Honor will always be yours.
To the 100-meter athlete
The 100 meters is a windy world!
The 10 meters is the shimmering light on the morning horizon!
20 meters is a faint red glow!
30 meters the sun to jump out of the horizon!
40 meters the wind is running wild!
50 meters cheering
60 meters out of breath
70 meters in order
80 meters the light is right in front of us
90 meters a sure win
100 meters a win!
To the 100-meter athlete
For a brief moment,
Showing your amazing speed,
A resounding roar,
Gathering your whole body's strength in this moment.
Try hard! Cheer up!
Short time doesn't mean short passion,
Long distance doesn't mean short success,
Believe in yourself, go!
Victory is at hand,
Loss will never come back!
Feeling tomorrow
The budding flower buds feel tomorrow--
The blue flowers are swaying with the dream of innocence.
The blood-soaked sunset feels tomorrow--
The red sun bursting forth proclaims the triumph of struggle.
Feeling tomorrow--
Seeking a touch of solace
Wiping away the tears gently, and giving a smile to the world.
Feeling tomorrow--
Over the bumps is flat.
Cutting out the thorns is the best way to get rid of the flowers.
Feeling tomorrow--
You will realize
that success is not so far away．
Titleless
Ancient youthfulness
Passionate earth
I can feel the coolness of jasper
The spring of the old man is flowing down the mountain
I can see the green plumes clashing
Green saxophones gently swaying in the bottom of the world
Heart so pure that it is free of dust
Eyes so clear that it is a beautiful scene
The eyes are so clear that it is a beautiful scene
It is a beautiful scene
The eyes are so bright that they can be seen in the sky.
Wherever a spring gurgles
There are lotus flowers and rice blossoms, and the scent of the lotus and the rice blossoms is wafted together
Yu Meiren (adapted)
When will the dragon fights and the tiger battles end, and how many tournaments do we know about?
Athletic records are broken again, and the past fades away in the smoke and rain.
The program track should still be there, but the name has been changed.
If you have a chance to win, you can do it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
To the Games
This is a poem
with the rhythm of a poem, the sentiment of a poem
This is a song
with a melody, with ups and downs, and speed
is the poem of the youth look, the song of the youth
has the fiery emotion, the uninhibited unrestrained, the grandeur
is the poem of the times, the song of the times. No foreign exchange is the fresh breath, the ambition to rise up, the chest of tolerance of the world
The wind and clouds on the field
The field of the scolding scenery,
Wind and clouds under your sweat.
The shouts from the stands are loud and clear,
the shouts are full of expectations,
expecting success, expecting victory!
The athletes, let's work hard!
Life is hard to come by.
Warning it a good wind and waves,
Warning it a sea and sky!
The scenery is unpredictable,
Keep your mindset and keep up the good work,
Never say die!
Step by step
No one asks if you're doing well,
Which is more important, the reality or the goal
Success or failure
Who can predict
Blood must burn
The world has its own justice
What goes around comes around
There is always a payoff
That's what we say
If we say it's better than we do it
What we say is better than we do it
What we do is better than we do it.
To be the best
Step by step.
The moment
Reluctant to be an obstacle
Reluctant to let the sweat
Tears moistened on the face
Nothing can be deliberated
Can come to the reckoning
In the thousands and thousands of layers of the sunshine
When the moment to be shallow
There are a lot of things to be decided. a beautiful parabola
falling far away;
I don't know who
leapt from the flat ground
flying over the crossbar;
I don't know who
struggled to throw the seeds of hope
flying far away;
whoever it was
demonstrated our? the style of contemporary high school students
The promise of youth
Gazing at the blue sky
Giving youth a promise
Letting dreams fly high
Letting youth bear fruit
Poetry-like age
Will as broad as a great river
No expectation of luck
To carry on with determination Persistence
To the Athlete
Cheerfulness and gloominess have been written on the forehead
Yesterday and tomorrow have not given up their persistence
On windy days I am the wave that rolls up
On sunny days I am the glass that glitters
Unchanged is the nature of the rushing current
Success and failure are engraved in life
The spring walk and the autumn mark are not lost. Spring walks and autumn marks are not lost in the scenery
In the green season I am the rosy flower
In the golden season I am the fruit that welcomes the wind
What remains unchanged is the exuberance of life
Go for it, teacher!
--Dedicated to the teachers who participated in the competition
Walking down from the podium,
putting down the whip,
dressed in sportswear,
it made me a little less accustomed to it,
used to the teacher's integrity,
used to the teacher's authority,
boiling on the sports field,
seeing a bright smile on the teacher's face,
the teacher's face,
the teacher's face is a very important part of the game.
See the bright smile of the teacher,
Maybe the body is not strong,
Maybe the spine has been slightly curved,
But your style has not been reduced in the slightest,
The teacher, go!
Please show your fire to the fullest!
To the referee
The rules
are the sword of disinterestedness
You are the judge of impartiality
Feet on a piece of hot soil
Head over a piece of blue sky
Wind and sand, scorching sun
Cracked mouth and dry lips
You stand with the standing of a statue
Standing as a piece of landscape
You hold up the clear sky of the field with the persistence of a flag bearer
No one applauds
----to the referees of the conference
The same blazing sun,
The same scorching rays of the sun,
No enthusiastic cheer,
No excited applause.
You use precise instruments,
and meticulous patience,
to record the splendor of the athletes.
I am proud of you,
Hard work,
Beloved teachers!
To the referees
A good start is half of success,
But you, the referee teachers,
are the key for us to reach the finish line.
Your fairness is the foot we use to walk on;
Your patience is the step we take;
Your seriousness is the road we take.
Balance-like justice reveals your upright and selfless character.
Please let me say it again:
Mr. Referee, you worked hard!