Sentences describing standing long jump in autumn sports meeting

The charming sun cast countless gentle and lovely eyes, which shocked the hearts of athletes. Waves rippled on the lake, like maple leaves dyed by frost and wind. The red blood flame rose violently. Who is on the stage and who is in the audience's mind? Every excited head affects an excited heart. Waiting for the beautiful word sports meeting on the stage for a long time! The bones and muscles in spring are stronger under the hard training in hot summer, and the heroic autumn impulsively spreads the fruits of victory. Tasting mind, full of crazy athletes calm smile. Slightly open lips contain confidence. Athletes are as fast as arrows and as strong as crossbows. The guns and smoke that have not been released have reached the end. The sprinter is Liu Xiang. He came to the scene and ran faster than an arrow ... The heart leaping over the clouds is boiling, as fast as a swallow and as fierce as an eagle. For high jumpers, a thin pole is placed horizontally in mid-air. It is thin, but it is like a hurdle in your life. This is not terrible. Don't be afraid. As long as you have determination and confidence, what is this? Without experiencing ups and downs, there will be no joy of success, overcome again and again, surpass yourself again and again, come on, and try to jump over this hurdle. To burn your youth! For the high jumper, after a graceful run-up, he jumps, draws an arc in the air, sinks quickly, and his feet are together. Yes. What a beautiful high jump posture. Every time, it is a challenge and a transcendence. Cheer for every transcendence. To the high jumper, you come gently, just as you walk gently through the pole, quietly, we are quietly blessing you. Be brave and upward! You are the most helpful. Bravely jump over the pole towards victory. We look forward to your victory! For high jumpers, the earth belongs to you and the blue sky belongs to you. At the moment you jumped out, we jumped out of hope. Grass appreciates you, white clouds welcome you, and you are as light as a swallow, flying over the blue sky. The Olympic spirit has been embodied in you. Jump, jump out of your confidence, jump out of your peak and jump out of your victory. For long jumpers, the run-up like an arrow, the take-off like a grasshopper, and the performance of walking in the air caused a burst of surprise. The moment you landed, you felt the softness of the sand. In any case, the honor will always belong to you. Write to 100 meter athletes. 100 meter is a crazy world! 10 meter is the light on the horizon in the morning! 20 meters is a slight red light! The sun jumped out of the horizon at 30 meters! The wind of 40 meters is very strong! 50 meters cheers 60 meters strength is less than 70 meters. With the order, 80 meters of light is just around the corner. 90 meters wins. 100 meter win! Show your amazing speed and a powerful roar to the 100 meter athlete for a short moment, and gather all your strength at this moment. Work hard! Come on! Short time does not mean that your passion is short, but short distance does mean that your success is not far away. Believe in yourself and go! Victory is just around the corner, and failure will not reappear! Feel the bud budding tomorrow, feel tomorrow-blue flowers are swaying with pure dreams. The bloody sunset feels tomorrow-the gushing red sun announces the victory of the struggle. Feel tomorrow-find a little comfort and gently dry your tears. Give your smile. Feel tomorrow-if you cross the rugged terrain, it will be flat. Cut off the thorn, it's full of flowers. Feel tomorrow-you will find that success is not far away. Untitled ancient times have sprouted youthful passion, and the earth is surging. I seem to feel that jasper is cool, and it is difficult for the old spring to flow down the mountain. My Buddha sees jade and jade collide. The green shape gently shakes at the bottom. Her heart is pure and her eyes are crystal clear. There are lotus flowers when the spring gurgles. Poetry has its rhythm and feeling. This is a poem with melody, ups and downs and speed. Young people's songs, with fiery emotions, are unrestrained and magnificent, which are the poems of the times. The songs of the times are nothing more than fresh breath, ambition to make progress and omnipotent scenery in the world. You are sweating like a pig under the storm. The cries in the stands are loud, full of expectations, expectations for success, and expectations for victory! Athletes, work hard! Life is invincible. Beat it, beat it, beat it! The scenery of the stadium is unpredictable, keep your mind and make persistent efforts and never give up! Nobody asked if you were doing well in BBK. Which is more important, reality or goals? Who can predict that blood will burn after all? Fair pay always pays off. Being the best BBK is better than doing it. At that moment, I didn't want to be an obstacle. I don't want sweat and tears to fall on that face. There is nothing to consider. On such a sunny morning, there are many things that determine whether sweat is successful or not. At that moment, I don't know who flew from the runway and rushed to the finish line. I don't know who drew a beautiful parabola and fell into the distance; I don't know who jumped from the ground and flew over the beam. I don't know who is struggling to sow the seeds of hope and fly to the distance; No matter who shows the elegance of our contemporary middle school students, the promise of youth is to stare at the blue sky, give youth a promise to let dreams soar and let youth bear fruitful results. The age will is as broad as a river, and they do not expect to be lucky, but resolutely undertake their own persistence, which leads to the cheerful and gloomy athletes. Yesterday and tomorrow, I never gave up my persistence. On windy days, I am a shining wave. On a sunny day, I am the true color of running. Success and failure are engraved in life. In a season in full of green, I am a brilliant flower. In the golden season, I am a windward fruit. -Dedicated to the teachers who took part in the competition, walked off the platform, put down their pointer and wore sportswear. I'm a little unaccustomed to the teacher's integrity and majesty. I saw the teacher's bright smiling face on the boiling sports field. Maybe my body is not strong, maybe my back is slightly bent, but your style has not weakened. Come on, teacher! Please give full play to your firepower! The referee's rules are selfless swords. You are a fair judge, standing on the side of the hot land, with blue sky overhead, sandstorm overhead, scorching sun and chapped lips. You stand with sculpture as a landscape, and you hold up the clear sky with the persistence of standard bearers. No one cheered-the same sunshine and exposure to the referee, no warm cheers, no excited cheers. You use sophisticated instruments and meticulous patience to record the brilliance of athletes. Dear teacher, I am proud of you and have worked hard! A good start is half the battle, but you, the referee, are the key to our goal. Your fairness is the foot we use to walk; Your patience is a step for us; Your seriousness is the road we have traveled. Balanced justice shows your integrity and selflessness. Please let me say it again: Mr. referee, you have worked hard! Yang Jiao, the poem of the sports meeting, cast countless gentle and lovely eyes, shaking the hearts of athletes. The lake rippled like a maple leaf dyed by frost, and the red blood flame rose violently. Who's on stage and who's off stage? Every excited head is touching an excited heart. Wait for the kind words on the stage to start the sports meeting! The bones and muscles in spring are stronger with the efforts of spring and summer, and the fruits of victory are impulsively flying in the cool and heroic autumn. The tasting mind is full of enthusiasm. Crazy athletes send a calm smile, and their slightly open lips hold up their confidence. An athlete is like an arrow and a crossbow. The smoke has not dispersed. The athletes have reached the finish line. The sprinter is Liu Xiang. Coming to the scene is faster than running. Arrows are faster than arrows. This is your flash. When you flashed in my eyes, your mouth was only half open. The sprinter is the second Liu Xiang. On the road of life, there are cool winds and refreshing wildness blocked by strong winds. On the circular runway of life, it is not the sweat that flows round and round. It's the moist light after the breeze kisses. It's the tension of the strong wind's first embrace. Love each other in life. From the beginning to the end, run into the wonderful and sweet palace. The rusty discus fell into the palm of your hand and rubbed slowly with rough hands. I need you to help me hang it in the sky. I made it. Discus fell into my dream, 5000 meters, 5000 meters, where is the end of sorrow? My aching legs are full of heavy lead. Every step, I feel a sigh in my heart. The dry atrium cracked into silt, and every glass of water evaporated. Countless small streams condense clothes into soft blades and blow away living springs. Where is the slim victory? You are an indomitable boat, and your legs are rowing bravely on the river of sweat. The success of these paddles lies on the other side. I can't write poetry, but I can have a fiery heart that melts in the sunshine in July, cheering for you and shouting for you. Every kind of energy is injected into your strong body, adding a halo to your success. The performances on the field were all drunk, and their faces fell in the sunset curtain on the west side of Xishan, posing as a feast for us to celebrate. Caiyun is happy. The dancing bird sings first and awards prizes to the unknown distance. There are golden transparent smiling faces. I am in my heart and you are in my heart. Only with collective strength can we win. Seeing the coolness of late autumn, you lined up strong muscles at the starting line, and your firm eyes were full of confidence. You have started a short journey. There are your steady footprints on the straight runway. The near end will leave your agile back when you sprint. Come on, applause will ring for you. Come on, victory and flowers will eventually belong to you. It is an option for sprinters to walk on the runway. It is a kind of courage to leave the starting point. Galloping on the field is victory. My friend, use your strength and your spirit to explore whether strength comes from breathing and whether breathing comes from the true meaning of life. Pay attention to the moment of eternal breathing power. Pay attention to the value of life. There is no difficulty in breathing, and the gradual loss of strength can be the most beautiful explanation at this moment. Stick to this beauty to the end, even if you fail, you will feel that you will never regret it. Even if it is locked, it will not fade. All this will be in your heart. Like a rainbow, leave a beautiful and eternal moment. No matter the outcome is good or bad, no regrets are our choices. Whenever athletes run on the 400-meter track, we all bless you and cheer for you. Never give up until the last minute. Your faith has become our faith. Athletes fly! The wings belong to you. The power of human beings for long-distance runners was shown at that moment. Struggle became the starting point of life at that moment. Everything went up in smoke at that moment. All I know is that victory is not far away. Looking up ahead, the finish line is faintly visible, and countless days and nights of hard work will be fulfilled today. Sprinkle a handful of hard sweat, continue to lift the tired footsteps, the roar of the explosion penetrated Changhong and moved on. Whether it's successful or not, you already have it, remember, cheering at the finish line and shaking around? The 3000-meter athletes walked through the barren hills and valleys, and we lit bonfires along the way, leaving one stop at a time. We feel tired and confused. There is still a long way to go, where is the distant star light hidden, and where is the distant fairy tale tree hidden? Work hard! There are our ideals in the distance, relying on our hopes! For long-distance runners, I know this is a test of will, leaving a long persistence on the long runway. I know this is a test of endurance, and every step forward is full of persistence and firmness. I know you are today's star, and I sincerely wish you well! Cheer for you! A choice without regrets-let long-distance runners watch your increasingly heavy steps on the field, and the rhetoric that was once used to encourage you has become so fragile at the moment. So I chose silence and silently blessed you in my heart. Why do you want to climb the limit that similar people dare not challenge, without hesitation, knowing that this road is difficult, why do you insist? Maybe if you put your courage on the scale, the other person will hold up the whole earth, you know? Your regret has brought you to an elegant milestone and engraved the notes of youth. You are flying on the 400-meter runway. In the face of such a long journey, your legs and feet may be numb and you may be at a loss. But you know, behind you, there are a pair of eyes that students expect; Behind you is the sweat you practice hard every day. Take courage and go forward! For the collective honor, for the motherland's tomorrow! For 400-meter athletes, the sky is still blue, the sun is still golden, the grass is still green, the runway is still red, and you are still brave and strong. The difference is that the sky is bluer, the sun is brighter, the grass is more like jade, the runway is brighter, and you will be more confident and have more brilliant achievements. For long-distance runners, maybe you don't trust, our hearts are already boiling with blood. In the past, you left a deep footprint on the long runway. I can't wipe off your sweat or pull off your heavy feet. You don't care about your tiredness, your tears and your sweat for class, because you have a firm belief in your heart. I can do it for the whole class. /kloc-A drop of sweat from the 0/500m athlete floats on the court, playing the music of hope with vigorous steps. All kinds of beliefs, put in the blue sky, draw a beautiful arc with your deep eyes. How many beats can life have? Thousands of pairs of eyes are staring at you, running out of the dream of youth for hope and victory. For a shot putter with a heavy shot put in his hand, your hopes and ideals are all condensed on the shot put, and all your strength is gathered to push them out. The shot put shines in the air, and the ideal shines in the air-for the shot putter, a beautiful arc passes before my eyes, and I can't help but imagine how much hard sweat, incoherent arc and eager expectation this wonderful arc has condensed. It is so natural and perfect, with no regrets, leaving only a beautiful experience. I will leave you behind forever, and let an arc be printed in my heart, which will cause the shot putter to throw out of your hand and cross a beautiful parabola in the air. The shot put went through the air and landed on the playing field, leaving a wonderful trace. Every throw is a display of passion; Every landing is the result of hard work. Transcendence-For high jumpers, under the sunshine, the high jump field is particularly brilliant. Athletes, with their bodies with keys, sprint to one height after another. How do you know if you are strong or not if you don't try? Beyond yourself, it is possible to create a new world! Athletes come on, create miracles and surprises! When it comes to high jumpers, the left hand can't cover the sweat and the right hand can't cover the sun. Eyes full of longing.