"Come on!" Hurry up, the playground is noisy. It turns out that our fifth grade is holding a tug-of-war competition. This is intense and exciting. Let's go and watch the fun at once!
In the first round of competition, our class played against Class One. The students in Class One are full of energy and confidence. Our classmates
Not to be left behind, everyone is ready for the upcoming game, especially the big men in the front row, who are all alive and kicking and think they are very confident. 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 tall and burly, so the students in our class are very 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 is always disobedient, so he approaches our class and jumps to Class Two, which is not pitiful at all.
The familiar classmate in our class. 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 Three" and "Class Three Will Win" are particularly clear, inspiring and igniting the indomitable flame of everyone. Everyone Qi Xin worked together, and Qi Xin tried his best. Naughty red labels can't be successful. Listen to me.
The monitor of our Class 3 is approaching 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.
450-word tug-of-war composition
"Come on!" "Come on!" Shouts and cheers on the playground filled the whole campus. What is this? Oh, this is our tug of war.
"Du-"is another crisp whistle, and the game between our class and Class 7 (4) has begun. Some students in our class take part in the competition, and some are cheerleaders. The cheerleaders almost lost their voices, and the tug-of-war classmates pulled hard. I saw the red cloth on the rope slowly moving towards our door, moving past, and finally coming over the "border". There was cheers on the playground: "We won!" The members of Class Six (1) are dejected and despondent.
The two players switched venues, and that's how it started. The members of Class 7 (4) came out of nowhere and won the second game at once. Now the score on the field is 1: 1, which is a draw.
The third inning is about to begin. This is the most crucial game. Athletes from both sides squared up. The referee held the little red flag high and glanced at the players on both sides, and the audience immediately quieted down. Everyone opened their eyes wide, waiting for the arrival of a fierce game.
"Du-"a whistle, the rope immediately stretched tightly, motionless. The players all held their breath and pulled hard. You see, Liu Chengguang, a strong man in our class, is flushed, holding the rope with both hands, his mouth closed, holding his breath, and his body is almost prone. Look at Hu Faqiang in our class. He is a big, chubby man, leaning back with his feet on the ground, trying to nail him there. The two sides pulled out desperately, and the red cloth strips swayed back and forth, moving to Class 7 (4) bit by bit. We are all anxious. Everyone tore their clothes and stamped their feet: "Come on, Class Seven (10)!" Come on, class seven (10)! "Red cloth seems to have obeyed our orders and moved to our side. While the iron was hot, everyone yanked and the red cloth came again! The cheerleaders continued to shout, "retreat! Fall back! "The red stripe finally crossed the finish line and we won.