As soon as the bell rang, our fourth graders rushed out of the classroom. I came to the playground with great interest and prepared to hold an earth-shattering tug-of-war competition. In an instant, the playground was packed.
You see, Mr. Pan, the head teacher of our class, is selecting the top boys and girls in 10. I saw that all the students who were selected were full of energy, and a few smiles appeared on their lips. Students who are not selected can envy it!
Soon, it will be my class's turn to compete with Class 4 (2).
When the game started, Mr. Zhong shouted, "Take your positions and get ready." With a whistle, the playground suddenly boiled. The cheering students kept shouting: "Come on, come on!" Almost deafened my ears. The students on both sides are very focused, staring at the red brick swinging in the middle of the hemp rope. I was pulled to the west by my class for a while, and to the east by Class 4 (2) for a while. Our class is neck and neck with Class 4 (2), but somehow, because our class didn't concentrate and exert enough efforts, Class 4 (2) had a chance to win the first game.
In the second game, our class and Class 4 (2) exchanged places and fought again. You see, Class 4 (2), who just won a game, is a little complacent. I thought: don't be too happy, the fun is yet to come! As I expected, our class won the second game. The students jumped around wildly.
The third game is the deciding game, and the critical moment has come. All the students in my class are gearing up and fighting spirit is high, and the atmosphere on the field is really "make it or die". The game began, and the faces of the students on both sides flushed red, and the sweat as big as beans flowed down from their foreheads. Some gritted their teeth, some closed their eyes, tried their best to suck milk, pulled back desperately, and leaned back as if to break the rope in one breath. Cheering students' faces reveal "emotions" from time to time. But there are still red bricks hanging in the middle, and the two classes are evenly matched. For a long time, we couldn't see who had the advantage. Really inseparable. Unfortunately, our class still lost.
Although our class didn't make the final, it showed its level, elegance and friendship.
Tug-of-War Competition for Sixth Grade Composition II This afternoon, a tug-of-war competition was held in our school. This game is very exciting and intense.
Half of them participated, and half of them were a one-pound cheerleader. In the first game, we played against Class 8. For the first time, our class struggled and pulled hard, and Class 8 was not to be outdone. They shouted loudly. For the first time, they quickly beat us. In the second round, our class was anxious and dragged on for a long time. So I really want to go up with them. Finally, we beat them. In the third game, they lost confidence, but we were full of confidence. The third time, our class always came last, not this time. We were very happy and shouted out excitedly, and the last 8 classes were eliminated. But we haven't achieved our goal yet, and we still want to be the first.
After a while, we arrived at the second scene. In the second game, we played against Class Four. Class four is actually shorter and not as fat as our class. Needless to say, we won class 14 soon.
It's time for us to be on tenterhooks. We are right about Class Two, which is the strongest. Class two won the strongest class eleven. Our class began to be afraid, and there was no certainty of victory at all. The game started, but we didn't do our best. Generally, we have already pulled out half of it. We used all the strength in the province to save a little, and Class 2 began to use the greatest strength. The game reached its climax. Soon, our class lost. In the second round, Class Two was full of confidence and quickly solved our class. After losing, all the students in our class cried, but some students said they had a good time and asked me to tug of war next time.
This tug-of-war game taught me that friendship comes first and competition comes second.
One day last summer, in the hot sun overhead, the school held a tug-of-war competition. Although the scale of the competition was small, it filled all the students with fighting spirit and passion. After many years, I still remember that day.
Looking forward to it, it's finally time for the game. Members of our class are rubbing their hands to do warm-up exercises, and their faces are full of excited expressions. They happily communicated with each other about the upcoming game and publicly expressed their expectations. Looking up, other classes are like this, laughing and laughing everywhere, very lively. After a long wait, our class finally arrived. Our opponents are in Class One, Grade Five. Before the game started, we couldn't wait to get into it. We stared at our opponent with our eyes, and the opponent responded with the same eyes. It seems that everyone wants to suppress each other with momentum before the game starts. Suddenly, two kinds of murderous look rose slowly. Staring eyes were about to fall, and the PE teacher gave the order to "start". We immediately leaned back, grabbed the rope and pulled back with all our strength. The rope seems to be against us, and no matter how hard it is, it won't move even a cent to our side. We tugged at the rope desperately, regardless of our own image: our hair jumped out of the rope playfully, our sweat happily fell into the arms of Mother Earth, and we traveled leisurely with the wind. None of this has distracted us. The naughty little red flag on the rope runs here and jumps there, but it's a good baby. It just doesn't travel long distances, and always returns to the middle home early. The opponent's cheerleading slogan was earth-shattering, and the old class and monitor also came to our side to cheer for us. We are still pulling the rope regardless of fatigue. However, with the passage of time, our physical strength is gradually exhausted. Class one in five years took this opportunity to pull hard with the remaining strength, and we failed. The students were dejected and looked at Class One, Grade Five, who was cheering with hostile eyes. The old class came to comfort us: "It doesn't matter, the important thing is to participate" and then told us: "There is ice cream in class!"
Although the tug-of-war was a failure, it was a happy memory for me. I will never forget the fierce tug-of-war in grade five.
There is a sports meeting in our school on Thursday. In the afternoon, we held.
At the beginning of the competition, the students in Grade One of Senior High School started the competition, only to see that the students outside the venue were all gearing up and ready for the competition at any time. As soon as the teacher's whistle sounded, the students pulled back desperately and cheered like thunder, as if they were fighting a fierce war. I saw all the students in Class A were pulling hard, and they all fell to the ground by the rope. Party B's classmates can't pull, and they are exhausted after a long time. Party A had to prepare for the opportunity to pull back a game in unity, and Party B was about to lose. Suddenly, all the staff raised their heads and got closer to the ground, and everyone tried their best to resist. The students were red in the face, and some of them had blue veins on their hands and their muscles were in a ball. Sweat streamed down their foreheads. I think this classmate seems to have no strength, but he seems to be getting braver and braver, except for breastfeeding.
The strength of the two sides is not much different, and they have entered a state of confrontation. No one can pull anyone, and the cheers of the cheerleaders continue. I saw a male teacher shouting, "Come on, 12." The students shouted after the teacher, and the voice of refueling became louder, and the students worked harder. The teacher shouted and pushed back with his hand, as if he hoped it would bring motivation to the students and win the game. Both sides are running out of strength, only to hear one of Party A's classmates shout. All the students seem to have heard the order and they have done their best. I think this may be an explosive force. Party B's classmates are a little surprised by the sudden strength and will soon be at a loss. This is their class teacher running up and shouting, "You are the best, come on 12." It seems to be encouraging Party B's classmates to keep winning. Encouraged by the recitation, the students also cheered for them. Party B's classmates also tried their best, but the situation could not be reversed, and Party A had great advantages. Finally, you helped Party A win. The headmaster stood on Party A's side for a long time, as if he knew in advance that Party A would win. He blushed, smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had participated in the competition. Party A's classmate is celebrating the success, and Party B's classmate said, "Determined to participate in the competition, friendship comes first, and competition comes second."
This competition is really interesting. I think we should hold more competitions like this in the future, which can stimulate our fighting spirit, cultivate our sentiment and cultivate our optimistic and positive spirit.
On Monday morning in the fourth quarter, we had a fierce tug-of-war on the playground.
At the beginning of the class, the PE teacher selected 20 people and divided them into two teams, red and blue, each with 10 people. There is a thick rope with a red scarf in the middle. The two teams take their positions, whistle with ropes, and the two teams pull the ropes hard. You see, Wang Qiang in front of me is lying backwards, almost sitting on the ground. But the red scarf moved to another team, and all the other players blushed. This is really worrying for our cheerleaders. They shouted' Come on, Red Team', which filled us with strength. So, I held the rope in my hand, and the rope lay backwards, one foot forward and one foot backward. I put my toes on the ground and shouted' Come on, red team' and' Come on, red team'. At this point, the players shouted together' Come on, Red Team' and' Come on, Red Team'. This magical power came to the rope, and the red scarf on the rope came to us. Ah! We won. Our athletes cheered, hugged and jumped excitedly.
As the saying goes,' when people gather firewood, the flame is high, and the power of unity is endless. This is really a wise saying!
On Christmas Eve, the teacher suddenly said to us, "There will be a tug-of-war tomorrow!" But this can't arouse the interest of some of our short classmates, who still casually do their homework with their heads down. Several students nearby said, "You can be cheerleaders." I thought about it: yes, although I can't contribute, it's good to see them. "Yes!" I smile.
Wednesday is Christmas and tug-of-war, so I'm a little excited. Finally, in the second quarter of the afternoon, all the students in our class put on gloves and confidently walked to the "battlefield", and we followed.
There will be a competition in our class soon. I heard the students in Class A say, "Hey, 6BVS6A, is it overreaching ..." I clenched my fist and really wanted to compare with other students to show them our strength.
The students are all ready. The teacher asked Zheng Qianwen and I to "supervise" Class A to see if they had any helpers. We ran past.
Suddenly, I saw the students in Class A pull up before they started. The PE teacher "cursed": "Hey, it hasn't started yet ..."
After a while, with a "toot-toot" whistle, the tug of war began. Several other students are shouting come on. When I looked at it, I saw Li taking the lead in cheering for our class. I also cried with joy. All the students in our class are pulling hard, frowning, and my fist is getting tighter and tighter, as if I were among them. I saw a classmate from another class behind Class A helping me. I just wanted to go up and kick him, but Zheng Qianwen stopped me, but he got what he deserved. Less than three seconds after he went up, he fell down. The classmate in front of him also fell down with him. I laughed and almost burst into tears: "Hahahaha ... deserved it ... Hahahaha ..."
The second game has begun. The two classes switched places and another whistle sounded. I don't know if it was because I spent a little effort in the last game. This game was actually won by Class A, and Class A smiled. I said unconvinced, "well, don't be too happy, the fun is yet to come." Do you know the best of the three sets? "
For the last time, I decided to win or lose. I thought to myself: Students, grit your teeth and go!
After a while, our class won. We high-fived: "Yeah, we won!" " ! ! "I said," although our class is not as good as Class A in learning, our class has enough strength and tacit understanding! """Yes!"
The second game has begun. Our class is VS 6 1, but this time it's a little depressed because the ordinary class is quite strong. But don't be discouraged!
But we lost the first two games, and they all said, "It seems that we are going to lose." "Winning a game is a game." However, although our class and 1 class were deadlocked for some time, in the end, the main force Guo Dongang "fell down" and his clothes were dragged up. The class was dragged out by 1 class. With the teacher's red flag, we lost.
Back in the classroom, we are still very happy, because at least Class A is our "loser". According to the teacher, Class A is more confident than before, which really underestimates us.
According to a friend of mine in Class A, the monitor of their class thinks that the reason for losing is that the main force has fallen and has been scolding them. I think what they lost was not the main force, but the tacit understanding.
The tug-of-war competition in the sports festival the day before yesterday brought me deep inspiration. Let me explain it to you.
On that day, we made preparations before tug-of-war and entered the arena with great interest. We grasped the thick rope and practiced our hands, ready to go. Class three is our opponent, and they are not to be outdone. There was a tense scene on the playground.
The referee "Didi Lili" suddenly waved his hand and the first game began. Our feet touch our feet, shoulder to shoulder, and our knuckles turn a little pale because we grasp the rope too hard. We lean back and bite our teeth. I also tried to put my feet against the feet of my classmates in front, and the veins stood out on my hands. I secretly encouraged myself: "Persistence is victory! Come on! " . Although the posture of class three students is exactly the same as ours, it is obviously much easier than ours. Our cheerleaders cheered for us, but to no avail. Class three is in full swing and its strength has skyrocketed. Immediately, the red cloth representing victory was pulled to their side, and we were dragged away.
In the second game, we even the score, so we all tried our best. Our "Maitreya Buddha" tried his best, his fat body was as steady as Mount Tai, and the sweat on his forehead was as big as beans. At this time, his expression even froze. Chen in front of me has tried his best, so he has to rely on the weight of his body as a support, and his sole slips with the ground, making a "squeaking" sound. I quickly stabilized her feet with my feet to prevent her from wrestling. Class three may have underestimated us because of a little complacency in the first round. We were caught off guard in the state of going all out, and the red cloth gradually leaned over. Class 3 quickly recovered and launched a counterattack with a gun. The scene was deadlocked. Our cheerleaders were anxious outside the stadium and wanted to come and help us, but in the end I was defeated by the other side because of my strength.
Although we lost in this game, I got a lot of inspiration: whatever we do, we must go all out, we must be able to bear and let go, and the focus of the game is not the result, but the process. I benefited a lot from this competition.
In my favorite memory, there was an interesting and unforgettable tug-of-war competition. Every time I think about it, I can't help laughing.
It was the winter sports meeting held by the school in 20xx. The event I participated in at that sports meeting was tug-of-war.
The first game in our class is against Class Five. Five minutes before the game, the players from both sides got ready to warm up and entered the position angrily, and no one obeyed.
"Ready-let's go!" As the referee gave the order, both players pulled the rope in their own direction, and the field was boiling. "come on Come on! Come on ... "This is the class teacher and classmates cheering for us! My heart is full of strength, and I pull the rope to myself crazily. We all blushed one by one, and we worked harder and the members of Class Five were not to be outdone. I thought to myself: We must win this game, and we must not let the teachers and classmates down ...... Ouch! What's going on here? ! I got up and saw that both players fell to the ground. "ah? ! The rope is actually broken! " Hearing the shouts of my classmates, I also ran to have a look.
"ah! The rope is really broken! " I exclaimed when I saw the broken rope.
"wow! It's true! "
"It's too hard to pull the rope."
"Exactly."
The faces of the players are full of surprises and question marks, but more of them are surprised at the broken rope. After all, pulling down the rope is something that every tug-of-war athlete should be proud of.
After a while, the PE teacher had another tug of war. This time our class will play five more classes.
This time, our team members have high morale and hold their heads high, and they all have such a "king style". In this tug-of-war, the players of both sides spent a lot more energy, and the roar on the field continued and the sound of refueling became louder and louder. Suddenly, bang, the rope broke again! ! ! ! ! ! We laughed completely, and the students who cheered in each class laughed their heads off. Even the usual serious counselors and teachers showed a rare smile.
Later, through our unremitting efforts, we finally defeated Class Five and achieved a good result-the second place in the grade.
This tug-of-war left a deep impression on me, and it will remain in my memory forever, forever.
Sixth grade tug-of-war competition composition 9 "Come on! Come on! "Deafening cheers cheered me up. The tug-of-war that suddenly fell on our heads caught the students off guard. "We want to win the first place." This sentence has always been in my mind.
When I first came to track and field, someone was hitting my self-confidence: "Class 62 is so powerful that we can't compete with it at all." Stop it, stop it. " But I don't believe this evil, saying "nothing is difficult in the world" and "there is no invincible opponent in the world".
"Ready-"the teacher blew a whistle. "come on Come on! " We shouted at the top of our lungs. Then "Loud Voice" Yang Xinyi appeared: "Come on! Come on! " More people echoed and shouted.
Tug-of-war students are naturally unwilling to lag behind, and all show grief-stricken expressions. Some of their legs support the body to keep balance and keep pulling back; Some bodies are weightless, wobbly and difficult; Some people are in a panic, perhaps because they calm down when they hear the sound of refueling; Some of them are relaxed and seem to be completely sure of winning ... Finally, the referee teacher announced that the first round champion was "6 1 class".
The rule of the game is best of three games. The second round is very important for us. Although the victory in the first round filled us with confidence, we must not relax.
"Ready-"the teacher blew the whistle again, and it was the familiar "horn" sound; "come on Come on! " It's deafening refueling again. Competition is becoming more and more intense and tense. At first, our class pulled some ropes. Suddenly, class 62 was as crazy and hard as chicken blood, and the rope seemed to run to class 62 involuntarily. The classmates all held their breath, and I buried my face and didn't dare to look straight, for fear that something would happen. Suddenly, this wayward rope began to run towards us again, at an indescribable speed. When the whistle sounded, we won again, and the whole class couldn't help cheering. At this time, the people in Class 62 were not convinced and could only admit that they had lost.
I knew it. You can only win if you lose. This victory was won by our efforts. I hope we can all win in future competitions!
This afternoon, our teacher Yu said to us, "Today, we have a tug-of-war with Class Five, Class Five, Class Five and Class Five." This sentence is nothing, but it is great to say it. The students are eager to try, and they all want to tug of war and do well in the class.
We came to the wide lawn, and Teacher Yu chose the contestants. The students raised their hands one by one for fear of "unsuccessful". Finally, the teacher chose me, other boys and some people as cheerleaders. Teacher Yu told us to get ready and do warm-up exercises. The game has started, and the rule is best of three games. In the first game, we played against Class Five, and we tried our best. Our faces were flushed and sweat dripped from time to time. We lost the first game because we underestimated our enemy a little. But we pulled the third game of the second game in a row and won this time.
After that, our class passed five levels, and six will enter the final. Our opponents are still 5 1 class, and they finally survived to compete with us again. The game began, and the faces of the students on both sides flushed red, and the sweat as big as beans flowed down from their foreheads. Some gritted their teeth, some closed their eyes, tried their best to suck milk, pulled back desperately, and leaned back as if to break the rope in one breath. Because they were "losers" in our preliminaries, and because our class had an advantage in spirit, we won the first game. But the next few games were not ideal. We all lost, so we won the second place. Back in the classroom, our class cried one after another. Regret, pity, these two words are perfect to describe us.
"Well, everyone don't cry. Although we won the second place this time, I am already satisfied: first, we won the runner-up, which was completely unexpected. Second, I'm proud of our class's good spirit of unity. Students, although we lost this time, if we hold the competition next time, we will definitely win the first place, won't we? " The teacher comforted us. "Yes!" The voice of our class echoed around the campus. 5 1 class, we'll start the game later. See you in the final. We'll see.