We lined up neatly and came to the playground. There are many people there! The fifth grade students spread a big red carpet on the playground. All the students are holding colorful skipping ropes in their hands, waiting for the game to start. Some of them are practicing skipping rope, while others are saving their energy. After teacher Zhang counted the students' respective competition numbers, the students lined up in two long queues.

Today's weather is really good, and the fiery red sun gives off thousands of rays. There is not a cloud in the blue sky. A cool breeze brought a cool breeze to people.

In the fifth grade competition, Class 5 1 suddenly stopped and walked out of the stadium. Next is our Class 52. I followed the team to the stadium with confidence. The small audience around us are looking at us, which makes me nervous. As soon as Mr. Ma's words fell, we jumped up at once.

"Step, step, step" only heard the sound of skipping rope hitting the ground, and colorful skipping rope was spinning rapidly. Counting students stared at a pair of beating feet and counted intently. Seeing my classmates jump so fast, I am not to be outdone, and I jump desperately. At first, I danced very well, jumping briskly on tiptoe. The wrist turned very flexibly and jumped forty times in a short time. Then I was a little tired, and my leg felt like a piece of lead was tied. Once it was difficult to jump, and my wrist felt sour. Grandpa Sun's sunshine is getting hotter and hotter, which makes me sweat. But I still insist, 50, 60, 70 ... I silently count, although I have almost no strength, but I still grit my teeth, the speed does not decrease but increases, and the faster I jump. I finally jumped to 100, 1 15. ...

The crisp whistle sounded, the game was over, and my beating heart finally calmed down. I jumped 1 19. Yeah! Not to mention how happy I am.

Although I didn't jump as much as some of my classmates in this competition, I learned that persistence is victory.