Relay draft, about 70 words, you are an idiot!

Today, the weather is sunny and sunny, which adds gorgeous colors to our annual relay race. The exciting moment finally arrived, and the students jumped to the big playground downstairs to prepare for the relay race.

With a whistle, the athletes rushed out of the starting point like arrows and handed the baton to the students who received it. The cheerleaders on the side shouted desperately: "Class four or three, come on! Class four or three, win! ..... "The shouts of the students seem to inject infinite strength into our players' bodies ... It's my turn. Oh dear, I dropped the stick. I blame myself internally: why can't you pick it up? Why are you so careless? I quickly tried my best to catch up, but fortunately I didn't fall behind.

As the relay race drew to a close, the students shouted more vigorously and became more excited. My heart is beating faster and faster, and I can't help shouting, "Come on! Come on! ..... "The cheers and stomping of the students merged into an ocean of joy.

Although everyone's voice is hoarse and their feet are numb, everyone's mood is still very excited, staring at each athlete and thinking all the time: "Come on, three shifts in four years!" Class three in four years will win! "No one is thinking," Class Three, Grade Four is the last one. "

Our class finally got the first place in the exam, and it was sweeter than eating honey!

This annual relay race makes me feel how important the sense of collective honor is to us!