跑道。红线。坚毅的双眼。等待一声枪响,等待一次起炮,等待全身心的洒脱。我不停地奔跑,追求一个目标,追求、追上,拥有你,我的精彩体育。已不记得曾在跑道上洒下多少汗水,已不记得有多少次的竭尽全力,已不记得有多少次冲过终点的喜悦,只记得有过的自由,奔放,全力奔跑。听风掠过耳边的声音,看被抛在身后的事物,忽然感到全世界都在与我奔跑。世俗的牢笼无法囚禁奔跑的心,坚硬的赛道不会记录我的身影,我的脚印。地下的汗水,留下一个浅浅的印,阳光一照, track. Red line. Perseverance in the eyes. Waiting for a shot, waiting for a shot, waiting for the whole body free and easy. I keep running, the pursuit of a goal, the pursuit, catch up, have you, my wonderful sports. I do not remember how much sweat I had shed on the runway. I did not remember how many times I tried my best. I did not remember how many times I had crossed the finish line. I only remembered being free, bold and full. Listen to the sound of the wind passing over my ears and watching what was left behind, I suddenly felt that the whole world was running with me. Secular cage can not captivity running heart, the hard track will not record my shadow, my footprints. Underground sweat, leaving a shallow India, sunshine,