The Hope of Spring

As the sun sprays its light, the air is pervaded by the smell of spring! When you look from the fourth floor of the No. 3 Teaching Building, a large picture you will probably entitle it "fresh green" is unfolded before your eyes. You feel astonished at the sight of the blooming white orchids along the road to the school canteen, especially at the amazing speed at which they climb up the tree! It's spring, my favorite season, an outburst of hope. One day in spring, on my way back to the dorm, an unusual scene came into my sight. Onto the playground ran a girl and three boys, followed by a large group of people. What was happening? Oh, many a student was playing rope skipping there!Some skipped on their own;others did one by one with a longer rope. It suddenly reminded me of the skipping contest on the following Tuesday, attended by all the departments. No delay any more, I hurried to look for my classmates! Here they were! I spotted them right away at one corner of the playground. Apparently, the team had not decided upon the candidates to control the long rope. Boys and girls, nearly every one on the scene tried once. But girls seemed to have a better command of the rope. So two girls assumed the key responsibility. Pa, pa, pa, pa At a moderate speed, we began to practice.No one knew how well it would do as the team was just composed of volunteers who love sports. The first member rushed in and out, with a swift skip in the halfway. "Good!" I whispered.Then the second one repeated the same perfect performance.Then the third, the fourth... "Great!" I could not help crying out. A slight hope of winning sneaked into my mind, "Maybe we can win..." Pa! A loud crash disturbed my dreaming. The rope had stopping whirling for the first time. "Take it easy. It's just a little..." Hardly had I finished my self-comforting than the second stop followed. A breath of wind chilled my heart. I could sense that everyone appeared to be clam, as they always were.Without a word of blame, a big hand patted on the two unlucky ones. "Have one more try!" As someone shouted, the rope came back to life again. Sure, we should try! Though full of hope, we were not blessed with perfect techniques at that time. The two unlucky ones had trouble again and again at the second round, third round... It seemed as if they had got lost in a psychological maze, trying to locate the exit in no time. However, against their good wish, it was "More haste,less speed." A fit of desperation seized me, but I soon got over it. For I felt obliged to give comfort to the two poor guys, telling them not to worry and I knew a few words would bring courage to continue the practice! To my great joy, I was not the only one thinking in this way. Slowly, all the despair melted away in the daylight. Smiles, jokes, and friendly tones filled the air with warm spring smell. We found the sun still shining high up the sky, spreading light and hope. We restarted. Although not much improvement was made during the first day of training, however, I knew no one cared,and no one cared about that prize. For we were progressing towards our goal. It was the precious teamwork and the hope of spring that we really cared.