As if it was a bright spring morning, the bright sun splashed its glow on my face proudly, causing a warm and gorgeous feeling; The fresh breeze blew my clothes, like my mother’s warm breath blowing my hands. Experiencing the struggle of success again and again, the entanglement with failure and the painful suffering; Feeling the ecstasy of winning the championship again and again, the rising of the five-star red flag proudly and excitedly. Here, we will not stick to the imprisonment of fate, nor listen to the mercy of fate, and strive to knock its mysterious door. Maybe there will be peaks turning around and holes opening a new world. People smile and sing the songs of life. This is also a garden. Athletes are the flowers in this garden, and they are doing their dreams here. There is also rain and wind crazily here, and the dreams of flowers are undergoing baptism here. The rain washed away the dust and glitter of dreams, and deposited into the thick history. Warm red, calm blue, and bitter white and purple are all presented in front of my eyes like splendid, with their own luster hidden deep into the secluded time. Is it the sleepy Fang Chun? Liu Xiang, who carried more dreams of Chinese people, fell down in the Olympic Games. Was it because he was worried about the sale of Fangchun? Li Na, the top tennis star in the world, did not rush into the top ten-the trickle east wind only blew a wisp of hungry flowers; The misty rain diluted the strong fragrance in the garden. However, the Spring Garden with the smell of damp grass and the taste of soil also sent some newly inserted seedlings, young wheat seedlings, and fresh steam of shady willows from time to time, ye Shiwen, a 16-year-old Chinese swimming player, won the championship easily. Chinese table tennis players once again won all the table tennis medals without any suspense, which strongly stimulated people’s nose view. I looked at it with my eyes and ears, nose, tongue, body; I also sang the birds flying away with my heart, leaving a wonderful song; The thunderstorm passed away, leaving colorful neon lights in the sky; the Olympic flame was lit, and the outstanding character left to the world filled the sky above us like silver pear flowers.

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