In 2008, what I remember most is watching the Paralympic Games.
The track and field competition is held in the bird's nest which I most yearn for. After a very strict security check, through the extremely crowded crowd, I finally saw the long-awaited bird's nest and water cube. There is a huge torch above the bird's nest, in which the flame is burning. How spectacular they are! As soon as I walked into the venue, I felt the joy in it.
There is a long jump competition in the track and field field. A female athlete with only one arm flies up. When her foot touches the takeoff board, the venue immediately calms down, and the time seems to stop. With her landing, the audience burst into thunderous applause. Next is the wheelchair bike race. Wheelchair bike is a special kind of bicycle. It has four wheels. Because of the athlete's lower extremity disability, all can only move the wheelchair by hand. It's already hot when I'm sitting in the audience, but the athletes are still playing in the sun, they are desperately shaking their wheelchairs, it seems even harder, but the athletes are still trying to sprint to the end.
The Paralympics is over, but I will never forget the spirit of the athletes. This kind of spirit always inspires me. When I encounter difficulties, I will think of those disabled athletes who are struggling on the field.