Essay about bamboo tube relay

The sun was shining that day and the singing was loud. The teacher announced the names of the people competing in the relay race, and my name was also among them. I was very happy.

After a while, the relay race began.

On the track, a group of lively young athletes are all preparing for the event in high spirits. Sometimes they press their legs and sometimes they bend over. They are all majestic and high-spirited. I saw the gun in the referee's hand banging and the flag in his hand waving, and these athletes rushed forward like Li Xuan's arrows, cheers, cheers and cheers kept coming and going. High for a while.

The fastest runner was Fan Hong from our class. He rushed towards the finish line of a small deer and finally reached me. Although the runners from other classes were also very strong, I had no intention of running. Showing weakness, I ran forward as hard as I could, with a look on my face that refused to admit defeat. When I gave the stick in my hand to other students, my heart was very heavy.

Our class finally won second place, but I am not discouraged because not all goals can be achieved, not every hope can be realized, and not every effort can be successful. Every dream can come true. When you fall short of your goals, maybe you say, yes, but look what I discovered along this path! I've tried hard to do this.

look! The joy of harvest has entered my life!