4,400 relay messages of encouragement

Four perfect arcs, connected by a small baton.

This is the perfection of life, this is the limit of sports.

Don't ask why we cooperate so tacitly, don't ask why we are so closely united.

Because we are brothers!

The intense scene moved everyone's heart.

You do everything you can to pass on the victory to the next person;

You hit the line, and we cheered.

Not only for the sake of victory, but more importantly, we have learned a precious spirit, that is, unity.

We hugged each other warmly in the sun.

Use sweat to create a rainbow of "higher, faster, stronger".

You hold your head up in the midst of applause while running.

No words say die is a smile that blooms again on your face.

Even if you fail, there are still dreams ahead.

Under the rising sun, we are full of confidence.

If you win the award, we will definitely be proud of you, proud of you, I am happy for you, happy for you, happy for you......

4 times 1o0 for tolerance, a lot of it is myself.

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A small wooden stick, connecting unity and friendship A small wooden stick, conveying courage and strength A small wooden stick, interpreting struggle and hard work Come on! Let this exciting moment always reverberate in our hearts!

Little baton after baton, baton after baton, talent. Certificate of Merit.

On Friday, our long-awaited sports day began.

The first project was mine, and the project I participated in was the Tender Gun. This is my first project and my last.

The rules for bidding for guns are: each person throws twice, according to the highest score thrown. Contestants cannot cross the line and can throw and run on the spot.

One of the boys in front of me was running and throwing a lot, so the teacher decided to let us run and throw. I nervously felt like my tongue hadn't drunk in an hour. Soon it was time for me, the teacher told me to run, I took a deep breath, ran to the line and threw it with all my strength, but because I used too much force, I didn't throw far.

The second time, I cast on the spot. I remember the lesson from the last time, and with a light throw, the standard grabbed and "flew" out. But because the force is too light, it's not much different from the first time.

I was so sad that the teacher said to me, "It's okay, you've done your best." ”

Through this competition, I learned that the competition is not to compare with others, but with myself.