The day before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the class teacher announced that a tug-of-war competition would be held in Grade 6 at 1: 30 in the afternoon. As soon as the students heard the news, some raised their hands and eagerly hoped that the teacher would choose him to take part in the competition. Some people lie prone on the table with their hands up, shrinking because of cowardice, while others hang their heads for fear that the teacher will notice him. Finally, the class teacher chose ten boys and ten girls.
Finally, at half past one in the afternoon, the class teacher took us to the playground in the middle.
When I came to the playground, I saw a thick rope lying there quietly, as if waiting for the arrival of the athletes in our class. Our opponent is1class 44. As soon as the players of the two teams met, a smell of gunpowder suddenly surged up. The athletes in our class hold the rope tightly in their hands, for fear that it will disappear accidentally. "DuDu ... DuDu!" With a long whistle, the referee raised his thick hands on his sides and squatted down his legs to signal the athletes to start the game. As soon as the athletes got the instructions, they tried their best to pull the red ribbon to their opposite side, but the red ribbon jumped on a naughty schoolbag for a while and then jumped to the right. The athletes in our class pulled the rope with all their strength. Only one step away from victory, the last player in our class has hit a wall. The school realized this, and in the second game, the members of our class exchanged places with Class 144. In the second game, the athletes in our class were deadlocked with Class 144, and the teacher ignored Sven. He shouted in time: "Come on! Come on! " Everyone gritted their teeth and tried their best, but once the athletes in Class 144 worked hard, our class was defeated again.
Although our class lost the tug-of-war, I understand a profound truth: unity is strength.
I remember a tug of war. There was a tug-of-war in my memory, which was very interesting. Everyone tried their best to win the first place, and we were full of laughter during the game.
It was an autumn physical education class, and the PE teacher said, "Students, today we are going to have a tug-of-war competition. Students count off. Odd numbers are a group and even numbers are a group. Which group wins, the teacher will give each of them a table tennis. " As soon as the voice fell, everyone was in high spirits, lined up and began to count off: "One, two, three ..." Soon after the counting, there were 42 students in the class, divided into a group of 2 1. In order to boost morale, one of our teams is called the Victory Team and the other is called the General Army. Not to be outdone, both groups of students shouted, "We will win."
Whether it's a mule or a horse, you can race if you take it out and practice. However, I have to say that the winning team is superior in scale. Several heavyweight students in the class are in their group. Although there are more boys than girls in the army, they are all short and thin. It seems that winning must be a tough battle.
Posing, both sides tightened the rope in their hands, the PE teacher blew a whistle, and the two groups of students blushed and dragged back desperately. I thought the winning group would win fiercely, but they turned out to be paper tigers with no strength. Although the boys in the army are short, they are full of energy. After a roar, all the students in the winning group were dragged to the side of the general group and could not stand up. What a terrible loss!
After the game, I gave a ping-pong ball to the students in the general group and danced happily. Several fat students in the winning group were embarrassed. They just grabbed the back of their heads and said with a smile, "Sorry, I am too lazy at ordinary times. I must exercise more in the future."
This competition has brought a lot of joy to everyone. I hope there will be such a competition next time.
In the afternoon, there was a cry on the playground, "Come on! Come on! " Cheers. It turns out that Class Four (1) and Class Four (2) are engaged in a tense tug-of-war. The first two games 1 draw 1.
The third inning has begun. When the referee blew the whistle and waved the flag, the members of Class 4 (1) took the lead. They are as fierce as tigers, holding the rope with both hands, leaning back, pedaling, gritting their teeth and pushing hard. The members of Class 4 (2) are not to be outdone. When they heard the deafening cry of the cheerleading team, they were particularly excited and doubled their strength. They all gave out the rhythm sound of "one two three, one two three ~ ~ ~ ~". At this time, the red cloth in the middle of the rope sometimes moves left and right, and sometimes it doesn't move. Xiao Ming is thin and short, but he has great strength. The monitor specially asked him to stand in front. As he pulled, he thought, "I must win, but I can't lose." I want to learn from the Olympic athletes and win glory for the collective ... "So he tightened his face, opened his eyes wide and his palms ached. He still pulled back angrily, and his heels retreated, one step, two steps, and three steps ~ ~ ~ Under his guidance, Qi Xin and Qi Xin fought together. Class 4 (2) finally won! There was a burst of warm applause on the melancholy.
The students in Class 4 (2) jumped up and down with joy, hugged each other, cheered and cheered, and the congratulations made the whole campus boil. Even the birds in the tree flew over to join in the fun, as if to say, "This game is really wonderful. The students in Class 4 (2) are really United. You are worthy of being future sports successors! "
I remember a tug of war. On stage 4, a red-faced and sweaty player; Under the stage, the cheers were higher and higher. What is this? Oh, it turns out that our fifth-grade classmates are holding a special tug-of-war competition.
It's a sunny afternoon. A few birds sang softly for us in the tree, but the birds refused to leave, leaving us with a "sound of nature".
As soon as the whistle sounded, the members of both classes pulled the rope in their own direction so hard that their eyebrows stood up. Look! How hard Cong Cong has worked since Class Five (1)! I saw his hands tugging at the thick rope behind him, his face flushed. Suddenly, all I heard was "Ah!" With a bang, both players fell down. A member of Class Five (1) suddenly stood up and shouted, "We won!" Suddenly, our cheerleaders cheered in unison: "Yeah!"
In the second game, students from both sides "returned to the battlefield". However, due to the carelessness of our players, the other side has an opportunity. In a flash, at this moment, the other side won, pulling the score to 1: 1!
Because both sides scored the same score, they had to go into overtime. This time, the players have raised their vigilance and won't let the other side have an opportunity. I saw that the players on both sides tried their best to suck milk, leaning back hard and holding the rope tightly with their hands. Suddenly I heard "Wow!" 1, both sides fell. Cheerleaders from Class Five (1) come on.
I am very grateful to the players when I look at their red hands. They did their best for the class. A fierce tug-of-war left me with boiling blood, a sense of collective honor, and the figure of the contestants struggling hard ...
I remember a tug of war. The third class this afternoon is the elimination of the tug-of-war competition in grade six.
The first game is our "Victory Team" of Class 6 (5) against Class 3. I saw two teams of people standing on both sides of the hemp rope, clutching the rope tightly, firmly tying the stance, and declaring war on each other with their eyes: "Give up, you can't beat us." In that way, I lived like a rooster, full of energy and vigor.
At the command, the scene immediately boiled up. "come on Come on! " Each other's voices fluctuated. Both teams pulled the rope hard to their positions. But after all, our class five is a team with five consecutive victories. After a while, we won the first game.
The second game has begun. Our "Hercules" has been deadlocked with Class Three for a long time. Seeing this scene. The teachers and students in Class Two tightened every nerve and cheered harder, as if eager to rush to help at once. "come on Come on! " "Use more force!" ..... These sounds shook every corner of the campus.
The rope is like a "two-headed snake", move a little to the right and an inch to the left. It seems to be arguing about which way to go. "come on Come on! It's louder. Both teams are red-faced, with thick little hands holding the rope like hooks, and their feet retreating step by step.
Finally, the "two-headed snake" came to us successfully, and the happy cheers of the students echoed over the campus.
I remember a tug of war. 1February 23rd, last Wednesday, was an important day. That day, we held a tug-of-war competition.
That morning, our class picked a good man and trained with Class 8 first. When we lost, our high spirits suddenly fell down. At this time, a PE teacher said, "I look at the east from the west, so you and Class 8 are the weakest." We feel a little depressed again.
In the afternoon, the game officially began. We held a small red flag in our hands and shouted, "Come on! Come on! " At this time, the opponent came on stage, and the referee suddenly blew his whistle and shouted, "Class Seven wins!" " "We all cheered.
We went through five hurdles and cut six generals, and finally won the championship. Our opponent is still Class 8, and all our players are full of energy and high morale, and the stadium is full of gunpowder. I am very nervous, and my opponents are all big. Although our side is not weak, the boys are very strong, and the girl king is also quite strong. But the other girls ... the game started. The contestants line up in a "bow", lean to the right, hold the rope tightly like pliers and pull back. Some students frowned, some students closed their eyes and the shouts around them were deafening. The teacher also shouted: "Pull! Pull! " Seeing that our class is going to win. At this critical moment, Class 8 suddenly pulled, our class lost, and the students were depressed.
Back in class, the teacher said, "Don't be disappointed. Originally, everyone was not optimistic about our class, but we won the runner-up. Friendship first, competition second. This time, although we lost, we are more United. "
I can't forget1February 23rd, and I can't forget the tug-of-war on this day.
I remember a tug-of-war competition, with a perfect score of 7 "One, two, three, come on! One, two, three, come on! " The sound of refueling on the playground resounded through the sky. It turns out that our school is holding a tug-of-war competition.
Look! This is the match between our class and Class 42. Our teacher, Mr. Zhang, lined us up for a while and cheered us on for a while, which also made all the members of our class have high morale and looked much more energetic than Class Two. I thought to myself: victory will eventually stand on our side, and the god of luck will certainly take care of us!
Du-with the whistle of the referee teacher, the fierce tug-of-war began. I saw the members of our class stare big eyes, grit their teeth and blush, making every effort to suck milk. Look how professional their posture is! They stood in a "bow" step, their feet propped on the ground, their bodies leaned back, and their hands clung to the rope like handfuls of pliers. From a distance, they are like big crabs holding on to ropes. If you don't let me, I won't let you, so HongLing in the middle will be moved to our class for a while and moved to Class Two for a while. After a minute of stalemate, it seems that the players in our class are running out of energy. At this time, the cheerleading team in our class sounded a deafening refueling sound: "Come on, class one! Come on! " The voice seemed magical. HongLing came to us slowly, and our class won the first game.
Our class won the game, and the students cheered: some jumped three feet high, some danced, and some cheered loudly: "Class one won!" " "What about the students in Class Two? Everyone is depressed. Next, the players in our class made persistent efforts and easily won the second game.
"Win, win ..." Everyone scrambled to tell each other. The laughter of victory floated, and the playground became a sea of joy!
I remember a tug of war. Full score composition 8 Spring breeze is blowing gently, and the sun is warm. In this beautiful season, our school will hold a tug-of-war competition on the playground.
There is a thick white rope in the middle of the playground with a rope tied in the middle. There are many comments from the small audience around. Some said, "Every competition is won by boys, and this time the boys will certainly be able to do it." Someone said, "Maybe the girl can win this time."
"Du-"a crisp whistle sounded and the game began. All the students participating in the competition are full of energy and high morale. On the playground, cheers, slogans and "Come on" are one after another, and the atmosphere is very active. I saw that the boy's feet seemed to have taken root and stabilized his position, especially in the last small army, like pulling the tail of this frightened wild horse and clinging to it. Not to be outdone, the girls clung to the thick rope. Suddenly, the boy pulled the rope back hard and plopped, and most of the female voices fell down, but they didn't let go and dragged the rope back on the ground. Girls can't tell. Although they gritted their teeth, frowned and sweated down their cheeks, the naughty rope still approached each other inch by inch.
"victory! Victory! " The boy cried. At this time, Xiaoding came up to me with a smile and said, "Shame, shame, shame, how about it?" The girl lost again. "My face turned red at once. I think: don't be too sad to lose the game. As long as you work hard next time, you will definitely get good grades.
Today, an exciting tug-of-war was held on our campus. After explaining the rules, the teacher said: Grade four and grade three can compete first, but there can be five more students in grade three. Our class is very happy. What's the big deal about having five more students in grade three? Compared with the third grade, it is really: Zhang Fei eats bean sprouts-a piece of cake. The game is about to start, and only the players from both sides are on the court with a nervous mood. Seeing the approval from other students in our class, the boys in grade four are full of confidence. They rubbed hands, clutching the rope with both hands, and leaned back slightly, waiting for the whistle to sound. 1 of "beep-",our cheers suddenly sounded on the field: Come on, come on ... The boys in grade three gritted their teeth and pulled hard. "Oh, how could God?" But we were defeated by the third grade. The third grade is very proud. Tell us that the boys in grade four really humiliated our class. They started again for the last time, and it was at this moment that they won or lost. The boys in the fourth grade are afraid, but they have to compete all the time. Here we go again. The boys in the fourth grade are holding on to the thick and big hemp rope. The third grade doesn't count. They pull hard. At this time, the old man
I remember a tug-of-war +00 last Tuesday afternoon, in the physical activity class, the PE teacher organized the third-grade students to have a tug-of-war. The game was very intense and left me with good memories.
The teachers in each class carefully selected 20 generals, gearing up and full of energy, waiting for the moment to show their talents.
As the game approached, the tug-of-war rope on the field lay quietly on the ground like a long snake with red silk tied in the middle. "Three, two, one, go!" The PE teacher gave the order. As a result, Class Two won the first game and Class Three won the second game.
There is a final between Class Two and Class Three, which is the decisive game. Two male students in Class Three took off their coats and put on their vests, while several female students rolled up their sleeves and assumed a posture of death. Not to be outdone, our Class Two is going to have a try. A wonderful "battle" began with the cheers of the students. Both teams struggled to pull the rope to their side. The rope was left and right for a while, and the two sides did not give way to each other, and the struggle was as close as a bee. Finally, the rope moved to our side bit by bit reluctantly. At this time, everyone's life is hard. It's as if they were wet by the heavy rain, with sweat on their faces and a large piece of clothes on their backs. Seeing this situation, my heart almost reached my throat. At this time, the cheers of the cheerleading team became louder. The members of our team rallied in cheers and finally defeated their opponents.
The game ended in laughter.
This game taught me that unity is strength.
I remember a tug-of-war +0 1 I remember a tug-of-war in our school in the third grade, which was exciting.
In the first round of competition, our class played against Class One. The students in Class One are full of energy and confidence. The students in our class don't want to fall behind. They are all ready for the upcoming game, especially the big men in the front row, all alive and kicking, all with answers. With the long whistle, the two sides launched a fierce game. Look, everyone's face is covered with red apples. Finally, our class won.
The fiercest game is the one in which Class Two and our class won the championship. The students in Class Two are all older, and the students in our class are all nervous. As soon as the whistle of "DuDu" stopped, the playground was as lively as a nest, and cheers and cheers joined together. The red label swaying from side to side touches everyone's heart. All the students in our class clung to the hemp rope, leaned back and stepped back. That naughty red label was always disobedient, so he approached our class and then jumped to Class 2, showing no pity for those students whose faces were "familiar". On the edge of the stadium, all kinds of voices were mixed and deafening, and some students even jumped and shouted, more nervous than the students who participated in the competition. The neat cheers of "Come on, Class Five" and "Class Five Will Win" are particularly clear, inspiring and igniting the indomitable flame of everyone. Everyone Qi Xin worked together and exhausted all his strength. Can the naughty red label succeed? Listen to the command of Class Five and approach our class bit by bit. The old whistle finally rang, followed by loud cheers from our classmates.
The tug-of-war is over, and everyone is still intoxicated in the realm of joy.
Today, we had a tug-of-war with 15 1 class on the playground, which I will never forget.
Before the game, we saw a thick and long hemp rope with a red ribbon tied in the middle.
After Mr. Li explained the rules clearly, the students were all doing warm-up exercises, rubbing their hands and eager to try.
The game started, and the first round was a confrontation between boys from two classes. As soon as the whistle sounded, the male students worked very hard and tried their best to fight the "enemy" to the end. Although the boys in our class are very strong, the strength of 15 1 class should not be underestimated. Girls and I are screaming loudly: "Come on, come on." I saw them pedaling on the ground, standing on the ground like nails and leaning back. The boys held their breath, gritted their teeth, grabbed the hemp rope and pulled back desperately. The red ribbon is a little closer to us. Of course, 15 1 class is not a vegetarian. Their faces were flushed and their eyes were round. At this time, the red ribbon sometimes stays in our class and sometimes swings in 15 1 class. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I will never give up until the voices of players from other teams are silenced. Finally, we won, and the students cheered loudly, but 15 1 seemed very lost.
The competition entered the second round, and now it's girls against girls. I don't have much strength, so I kept shouting come on. Unexpectedly, we won another game in less than a minute, as easy as blowing off dust. Now the score is 2: 0.
Finally, our class won by 4:/kloc-0. The students collapsed on the ground, enjoying the joy of victory.
Through this competition, I understand that unity is strength.
I remember a tug of war. The annual winter sports meeting opened in our school. It's great that the students are very enthusiastic. Countless people took part in the sports meeting.
At eight o'clock in the morning, with the sweet explanation of the host, starting from the children in grade one, the representative class walked past the rostrum with orderly steps, shouting passionate slogans, all of them were full of energy and the class was uniform, all of which showed the vibrant face of our campus.
At half past eight, the parade ended. Raise the national flag, play the national anthem, stand at attention, and finally the headmaster announced the start of this winter sports meeting. Hearing this notice, the students were very excited.
The first project is tug of war. My class and Class One, Grade Six tug-of-war. Although it is winter, people always feel restless on the playground. Before the game, some students were rubbing their hands, some took off their clothes and their faces were tight. I see that the students in the other class are full of energy and have the confidence to win. After the teacher determines the position of the rope, both sides are ready. I only heard the teacher's whistle, and the students were all working hard and flushed. I saw the strongest classmate in Class One, Grade Six in front of him. He frowned, put his feet on the ground, crouched down, leaned back, grabbed the rope with both hands and pulled hard. They are all strong and pull the rope with all their strength. Because the classmates are small, even if we pull hard, it will not help. Suddenly, the teacher's whistle sounded, the game was over, our class lost, and all the students were sad, depressed and listless. The students in the other class are in high spirits and complacent.
Although the tug-of-war lost, it exercised to some extent. We are still full of hope for other sports in the sports meeting.
I remember a tug-of-war competition 14. The weather was fine, and cheers came from the school, which was earth-shattering. Come on! One, two, three! Come on! "It turned out that the school held a school-wide tug-of-war competition, and many students were cheering for the players in their class.
Before the game, the students in our class were aggressive and were preparing to have a tug-of-war with the "enemy". I thought to myself: We must win, and we can't delay. The "enemy" is also gearing up and wants to have a big challenge with us.
The tug-of-war is about to begin! Get ready! Let's go "Our side" and "the enemy" pulled hard, and we opened our eyes, gritted our teeth and blushed. We hold this rope tightly, as if it were a treasure, so as not to let others take it away. We pulled it back with all our strength, and the cheerleaders came to cheer us on. The "enemy" pointed to several strong Hercules and said, "Give up! We will win. " The enemy won the first game. We won't accept it. We will win you back in the next game. We'll see.
The second game begins. "Ready, let's go!" We hold the rope tightly and never let go, because we won't give up. As expected, we won.
Our victorious laughter fluttered, and the playground became a happy paradise.
I remember a tug-of-war +05. Our school held a tug-of-war in Class Two this afternoon. For us fifth-grade students who have never participated in tug-of-war, we are both nervous and excited. I wonder if we will win; I wonder if the scene is spectacular. Many question marks haunt my mind.
The game started, and each of our classmates clung to the rope and pushed back. When tug-of-war, the rope ran here for a while and here again for a while. Our hearts move back and forth with the bell in the middle of the rope, which makes us very uneasy. Seeing the teacher's eyes, I seem to feel that there is an endless force inspiring us. At that time, the other side did not show weakness, and the rope ran to them many times. But with the concerted efforts of Qi Xin, Qixin won the first game.
The second game is about to start. The teacher told us not to be proud. Pride makes people lag behind. The next few games are more important. Let's cheer together!
The second game began, and we returned to a state of tension, but our mood was much more relaxed than the first time. Look at the sweat dripping from our faces, but we finished the second game with excellent results.
In the next few games, we were not so smooth, losing four games in a row, and it was very unbalanced at that time. But Mr. Wang said that winning or losing is not important. What matters is whether you have the courage to challenge and face the loss that makes you unbalanced.
Actually, Mr. Wang is right. I think it's not important to win or lose through this tug-of-war, as long as you focus on participation, it's great. As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. Only if you fail can you succeed. Then let failure be a memory and success a hope.