“跳竹竿舞,开始啦!”老师一声令下,同学们争先恐后地排起队来,生怕自己没机会跳。我全神贯注地看着别人跳:有的同学跳得好极了,轻而易举地就能跳过;有的同学步伐虽有点凌乱,但还能勉强过关,就是跳得特别滑稽;还有的同学急于求成,一走到竹竿前就跳,最后被竹竿夹得鞋子都掉了。他们的举动不时引得我们哈哈大笑,笑声飘荡在整个校园。数着前面的同学,十个、九个、八个……“到了,快到我了!”我既紧张又有点兴奋,担心自己也像别的同学一样出洋相——鞋从脚 “Jump pole dance, the beginning!” The teacher gave the order, the students rushed to line up, afraid they did not have the chance to jump. I concentrate on watching others jump: Some students jumped very well, easily can skip; some students although a little messy pace, but also barely cross the border, is to jump was particularly funny; there are students anxious to seek Into, before going to the bamboo pole to jump, the last bamboo pole clip shoes are lost. From time to time, their actions caused us to laugh, laughing across the campus. Counting in front of the classmates, ten, nine, eight ... ... “Come, coming to me!” I was nervous and a little excited, worried myself like other students like the ocean - shoes from the foot