Tears and smiles

In the afternoon, the lazy sun shines on the campus. The quiet playground is now full of people. The tug-of-war students and the cheering cheerleaders are energetic and form a painting that unites and forge ahead. I am admiring this picture in the distance, but I can't help but recall the scene where we lost to the sixth class with 0:2 the day before yesterday. A kind of "sadness" was born.

In fact, this is not an official game. I am so comforted in my heart, but some people are not so optimistic. After the game, the atmosphere in the class was obviously different. I couldn’t hear anyone talking. The silence was hidden in the silence. The face of the sports committee is especially wrong. At first glance, the loss of the game is a heavy blow to her. After a while, she was kneeling on the desk and her shoulders twitching. The students began to whisper, and there was some blame in the discussion between them.

"...Can we not work harder? Do you have no sense of collective honor?..." The body committee stood up violently, and with the whimper, we could barely hear the two sentences. The class was silent again, everyone was a bit stunned, but they seemed to be thinking about something...

"Please prepare for the class of the five classes and the sixth class below." Hong Liang’s voice spread throughout every corner of the playground and brought my thoughts back to reality. "Remember, we must preemptively, everyone's attention must be highly concentrated. When the whistle sounds, we will immediately force. The arm must hold the rope, listen to the slogan and work hard! We must defeat them in this real game!" The sports committee is doing the final mobilization. I saw the firm expression on the faces of the students around me, and a passionate sigh. The six classes of students may still be immersed in the joy of the victory of the day before, and they are smug, and we have decided to fight back and fight.

A shouting whistle, the players on both sides tilted in two different directions like the four-wheel drive cars that were handcuffed. The shouts and slogans of the cheerleaders were deafening, and the red cloth in the center of the rope swayed from side to side, not willing to easily fall to either side. On both sides of the red cloth, the cheering arm of the cheerleaders waved again and again, the red cloth swayed again and again, and the straightened rope was still in the state of sawing. My center of gravity fell steadily on my feet, and the upper body leaned back as far as possible, and the arm gripped the rope tightly to form a standard "Z". I closed my eyes and could feel the wind blowing from my face, and my heart silently recited: one step, two steps, and one step back. The five classes at the moment have become a true collective. We unite as one, focus on the move, and do our best. The balance of victory finally tilts toward us...

The stalemate was finally broken. The smiles on the faces of the six classes of students have gradually become stiffer. Instead, they are nervous and panicked. We certainly will not let go of this opportunity. The last time we tried to consolidate the fruits of victory. The whistle sounded once again to announce our victory. The classmates cheered and hugged, and the incomparable joy of drowning us completely.

The tears of the past have now become a bright smile. Where to fall from, where to get up. We are five classes that are not afraid of failure. We are the five classes that never give up. We have confirmed our strength with the final victory and defended our honor.

Beijing Xicheng District No. 13 Middle School: Song Shize