It was a beautiful autumn day. We held our sports meeting. The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was blue. All of us were full of energy. When we reached the race court, we felt eager to join in the games. It was an exciting day. Like all middle school students, sports are dear friends to us. We couldn't wait to get over with the singing and dancing parts, and go straight to the games. Well, why not let me tell you a few things that had caught my heart and that I've remembered even till now.

The whistle sounded. The best runner of our class rushed out of the starting line, like an eagle flying into the sky. Oh, what the speed. He soon left others behind, far behind. I felt there was a beauty, the beauty of strength. When passing the finishing line, he cried out, "I won, oh yes; I won! "There was pride written on his face and there was happiness in his eyes.

But there was another. It was a quiet girl who joined in the Girl's 800 Meters. She wasn't so fast but she tried very hard. She ran and ran, doing her best. Destiny¹ is a tricky² thing. It won't even be generous to a girl like her. She fell down to the ground just before reaching the finishing line. There, I saw blood, so red on her bare ankles. Tears came down on her face. I thought she would give up. But no! She stood up again. Biting her lips, with her hurt ankles, with her hot tears, she kept on running. She came in last. I held her in my arms, trying to comfort her. She said lightly, "Min, I've lost". "No, you've won .'You're truly my heroine. "I said, holding her more tightly³ in my arms.

The last race was the race of teamwork, the relay⁴ race. My eyes followed our runners one by one, a stick by a stick. Holding my hands tightly, I didn't dare to take my eyes off them. In my heart,! said again and again, "Don't drop the stick, don't drop the stick. " Oh, the misfortune⁵! The stick dropped onto the ground, and my heart sank with it. "No!", many voices called out. "Keep on running 1 "they shouted. I closed my eyes, unwilling⁶ to see our failure. "We won! We won!'" When I heard this, I opened my eyes and saw faces full of smiles. I felt happiness filling my breast. Big hot tears rushed down. I cried, cried with joy. For the first time I ever wept happy tears.

A wise man said: "Success is the fruit, but what we did for it is even more valuable. "The most important thing we did is that we did take a part in the game. That's what I learned⁷ that day, on the last sports meeting of our Junior middle school life. And it also left me many wonderful memories.

指导教师：杨昕