On Friday morning, the whole playground was shining under the scorching sun. Now, the last event of our school's sports meeting, the final relay race, will be held at the East Runway. Our class will fight against Class 5, 8 and 9. At this moment, I was secretly angry. As a relay candidate, I was brushed down at the last moment. Looking at the relay players who were making preparations by the railing, talking and laughing, I felt really bad. But in the field filled with a light smell of gunpowder, the silver bell like laughter seemed to be out of place. After a while, the opponents arrived, and the rest of our classmates went to both sides of the track to cheer for the team members. A tense and serious atmosphere of the upcoming contest enveloped us. The team members' faces were tight, and the cheerleaders showed excited and curious expressions, as if they thought that we had the chance to win. I looked at the first stick Liu Ruichen. She looked nervous and trembled. When the starting gun rang, she shot like an arrow, "whooshing" away from the string. We immediately shouted desperately, but the good times were not long. When Liu Ruichen passed the stick, the stick fell off! My nerves tensed at once. Fortunately, Zhao Xinyu didn't fall behind much. He quickly picked up the stick and ran towards the other class members who were far ahead. The gap narrowed, but the third stick fell again! My heart tightened suddenly, and I was sweating for our class. The team members were too nervous. Wei Xinyi's leg of the fifth stick seemed to be dragging a heavy shot, limping and falling to the ground. It must be very painful! "Come on, get up quickly!" The atmosphere reached a climax. She lived up to the expectations of everyone and climbed up painstakingly, but we were nearly one round behind, and there was a big question mark about the outcome. In the last round, Liang Ruizhi, a powerful player, was about to break his throat, clapping his hands and stamping his feet, and the atmosphere reached the highest point. He was like a black lightning, catching up with the last leg of Class 9, and was about to be parallel with him - when the time came, our class only won the fourth place.

It is a great pity that all the students stand in the same place, unable to accept the cruel reality. After a while, I walked back to the classroom without saying a word, leaving me alone in the scorching sun.

When the wind blows, it brings up the lonely smoke in my heart, and I can't help feeling a sad regret because of me and Class 4.