The composition of the seventh grade about accompanying running is 800 words

/kloc-800-word essay on running with students in grade 0/7.

The fierce sports meeting began. On the morning after the sports meeting, I happened to have no competition, so I started this "Long March Tour"-the 800-meter race.

With the starting gun, a dozen people rushed out of the starting line and scrambled to grab the first runway. I opened my throat and began to cheer for the athletes. Hundreds of eyes move with the athletes, and hundreds of hearts crushed by stones are in fear with the change of running speed of the sports meeting.

I was so absorbed in running with him that I suddenly heard someone laughing. I looked up and saw dozens of people running towards the athletes, as if to turn the playground upside down. Some of them shouted for fuel while running, waving lesbian sticks and ribbons wildly; Some people seem to be striding forward, as if they are competing with athletes; Some people even accompanied the athletes all the way, regardless of their fatigue, and kept urging them to hurry up.

Not to be outdone, I let go of my voice and shouted "Come on". My feet hurt for a while, and my breathing became very rapid. There seems to be a fire burning in my throat, and my stomach is sour and painful ... After running for two laps, the whole person dispersed, and my pants were firmly stuck to my legs by sweat. * It's also very sour. I fell asleep as soon as I sat down. The bangs on my forehead are also soaked with sweat and stick together, becoming so thick that I can sweat when I pinch them hard. This taste is really just as unpleasant.

Look at those athletes: some are panting and their faces are shaking; Some blushed, sweat dripped from their faces and they didn't listen; Running in the last few places is even more ferocious. In an instant, they gritted their teeth and kept running with their eyes closed. At another moment, they squint, raise their chins, open their mouths, have no strength to clench their fists, and throw their hands around. ...

/kloc-at the end of the 0/00-meter sprint, I lay lazily on the ground and immediately got up and rolled, regardless of my back pain. I grabbed the red line parked on the lawn with both hands and waved wildly with both hands. I was more nervous than those athletes and shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up, it's almost over!" " With the fall of the white line at the finish line, the athletes' legs immediately went soft. They sat on the ground feebly, out of breath, grabbed the water handed by their classmates, drank it all without saying anything, and whoever it was, casually put it on the ground, patting their chests and fell to the ground again.

There is such a thing as a small sports meeting. Indeed, we should all have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering in order to see through all the beauty in the world.

Grade 27 is an essay with 800 words.

My weakness is sports. Looking at many students who are one or two years older than me and taller than me, I feel really envious and sorry. I envy my classmates for running so fast, but I regret that I refused to exercise hard when I was a child. It's a pity that I went up a storey still higher. In the track and field, endurance training is waiting for me. I want to be caught like a duck every time.

I went to physical education class again that time, and the monitor said it was 1500m endurance race. I looked up at the sky. I wish it would rain cats and dogs, but the sky is clear and there is not even a cloud. At this time, I want to find a reason to ask for leave, but I can't find a wound or a disease. I wanted to break my skin on purpose, but I couldn't bear it, so I had to bite the bullet and go on the field. I stood in the queue trembling, hoping that Teacher Li would say that I would not run 1500m because of some accidents. But I didn't get what I wanted. 1500m is still going on as usual, and I was also assigned to the first batch.

When the whistle sounded, I rushed forward, but after a while, I began to struggle, and my classmates passed me one by one. I looked back and found that there were few students behind me. Then there was a rush of composition, and I gradually felt dizzy and my limbs were light, as if I was about to be blown away by the wind.

Just about to stop, suddenly a familiar voice came: "Xiao Zhi, you have to keep running, even if you take one more step, remember that persistence is victory." I turned my head and was taken aback. Miss Li ran with me and looked at me with a smile. My heart is warm and my steps are relaxed. I tried my best to run to the finish line, but soon my legs stopped working, as if I was not running, but a cloud floating in the Buddha. I said to myself again: I won't run ... but looking at the teacher, he still patiently accompanied me and inspired me with his eyes. He is so kind and hopeful that I can't stop if I want to.

I almost reached the finish line. I can run the first 1 500m in my life, thanks to my teacher's contribution, care and help. I will always remember Mr. Li and this "first time", because the road of life is still very long, and there are still many difficult 65,438+0,500 m that I need to work hard. And every time I work hard, I will think of Miss Li who encouraged me in the scorching sun.

37-level escort running 800-word essay.

In life, there are always people who are silently paying for you. Maybe you don't realize it, but they are always by your side.

Last summer vacation, in order to prepare for the xx Provincial Games, the coach asked us to run every morning to improve our physical fitness. Whenever I want to go running, my father always smiles and says to me, "Son, let me run with you just to get rid of this fat body!" " "I thought you were holding me back, and you reluctantly agreed.

Dad has passed the age of no doubt, and he is wearing a lot of fat. Whenever he runs, his chubby stomach always shakes up and down, like holding a yoga ball and kicking his calves, like a struggling "landlubber" Because I insisted on training, I ran very fast. Soon, my father was stopped by me. Pedestrians on the road looked at my father dragging his fat body, walking in a hurry and panting. They all laughed contemptuously. "Come on ..." They seem to be laughing at a "landlubber" who has more than he can chew, following a naughty child. The sentence "Come on" makes me sound particularly harsh. I stepped up my pace and wanted to throw him away so that others didn't know that I was the son of this "clown"

Running and thinking, "I don't want you to be ashamed to come with me in the future." Suddenly, there was a quick "wow" behind me, and I turned around. An uncle wearing a helmet and riding a battery car took a close look at me. The front wheel stopped in front of me, but my father fell behind seven or eight meters. It turned out that the battery car was too fast, knocked down my father and slipped to my heel before stopping. My uncle and I rushed forward, helped my father up, and repeatedly said, "I'm sorry, but for your father's obstruction, I would be in big trouble today!" " "At this moment, I realized that my father stood behind me with his tall body, and I escaped. As a result, he was knocked down. I quickly help dad. Fortunately, it's nothing serious, just a piece of skin on the calf and bright red blood beads oozing out. Father bent down and wiped it with a paper towel. At this time, I looked at my father's hunched, originally handsome face, and I don't know when I secretly carved a few deep crow's feet in the corner of my eye, like scars on my body, with white hair in my black hair, like silver needles in my eyes. I bowed my head in shame, and the image of the "clown" in my heart made me feel guilty immediately.

Dad said, "I know I can't run as fast as you, but I will run with you." I can remind you of some unexpected situations on the road in time. " Holding my limping father, the morning light hit his face, and I seemed to lean on a tall buttonwood tree. The sparse hair on my father's head is like a plane tree falling in late autumn. I secretly wiped my eyes with my hand. I know it's a touching tear. I grabbed my father's arm and couldn't help pushing harder. ...