Many people do not seem to understand what kind of excitement this is. This is the day we have been looking forward to for more than a month! It was the school sports meeting. The four classes in Grade 5 are about to open a fierce competition, and our class is getting ready to create more brilliant achievements.

"504 Come on, come on!" The students fell on the railing, and the 800m race for the fifth grade women was about to start, while I, as a contestant, yawned on the side. Because I ate a piece of chocolate, I was confused and almost fell asleep. The "bang" announced the start of the game, and the other players flew out. I quickly followed, but I couldn't fall far. It's hard to catch up after a fall. I race against time at a fast speed. Unconsciously, only one student from Class 501 was left with me. I thought I suddenly heard my father shouting around one circle, and then I realized it was time to sprint. The students next to me have already. The report card came out and I won the championship. But none of the boys in our class reached the top six at 800 meters. It feels like a jar of Schisandra has been knocked over. I don't know what to do. Fan Yirou and I were really angry when we saw that they were still shouting.

The old class took us to a quiet place. After listening to the training of the old class, 20 hands folded together and shouted "Hey", which startled the students of other classes to turn around. That kind of feeling is very straightforward, because it is a "big bet" for 20 people! The relay race began, and even the students who usually run so slowly floated up like the wind. The students in my class gradually took the lead, and they were very excited. It should be OK this time. However, at the most critical moment, the stick fell off, and we all looked back. The parents robbed the stick crazily, and the stick was disobedient. I was picked up and seemed to fall off. It jumps on the ground, but does not obey. After that, our hearts were full of fear. Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze, our whole class was frozen. Looking at the carnival crowd, we realized that we had lost.

Tears silently slide across our faces, like a sharp knife, across our hearts. Really, we worked hard. Maybe we didn't pay enough, maybe we didn't reach our real level, but at least we tried. We shed tears at random, but do not want to wipe